Thousands of miles from civilization, a lone figure trudged through the endless veil of white snow.
The sound of the wind howling around him was strangely comforting in the still silence of the mountain range.
Raymond Renley stopped, gazing into the distance.
The mountains' jagged peaks loomed before him. Imposing, unyielding.
A slow grin spread across his face, his icy blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
"So close, I'm so close."
He glanced down at his supplies, taking mental note of his inventory.
Eventually, he let out a sigh, frowning slightly, his earlier excitement fading.
He glanced back in the direction he'd come from.
"This is much further than I was able to come last time, but I'm already out of supplies."
The sky in the desolate place was covered in a perpetual blanket of darkness and gray clouds, obscuring even the moon and stars.
Raymond shook his head, then a smile appeared on his face.
