Its so cold, I shiver as I stand there, watching the stars. But the stars are moving. How can that be possible? No, not stars. Soft white flakes of snow swirl in the light of the moon, decorating my shoulders. It is so very cold.
My teeth are chattering, the sound echoes through the night like a talon slicing through the silence. Soon I am hugging myself, in a pitiful attempt at keeping warm. I consider sitting down for a moment, but quickly realise that I cannot move. I stand there, frozen into place like detailed stone statue. The shivering has stopped but I am so very cold.
I am not here by accident. I am waiting. It is said that if you are standing beside this lake as you die, your soul will be sent to a land of infinite riches and freedom. A land where anything you want to exist, will exist. Personally, i'm hoping for dragons.
An orange glow is beginning to light up the lake, but the sun is not yet visible. I can no longer feel the cold, I can no longer feel anything. I am alone, and I am free. Sleep is calling me.
Some people think that death is scary, but it is simply like going to sleep after a very long day. And I am very tired.
I never do see the sun rise. The last thing I see is the blood red lake, as my vision slowly fades into black. I am alone, and I am free.
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