I was in a vast cavern, on top of a lake of ice spanning every direction as far as I could see. Sporadic loud thuds were echoing throughout the cavern. I witnessed a man slam against the ice right next to me. More of the dead were entering the cavern. The fog would shift as if it were alive. Hundreds of bodies were stuck to the top of the frozen lake. When the amount of bodies became overbearing, the fog would siphon up to the ceiling of the cavern, releasing rain. The collected water was allowed to rise until it coated the corpses and a new level of ice was formed. The raindrops instantly froze as I felt my ankles tighten. I had to move, but the bottoms of my feet were suctioned to the ice. I gathered up enough courage to lift my legs. The suffering was intense, but I did not want to join
