Icepick from Shroud Again by Catthew O.

Rappelling from a hole in the cavern ceiling with nothing but an icepick and some rations, you take stock of what surrounds you. This cave is cold and unforgiving, untouched by any living human, and absolutely beautiful. The weight of its sublimity takes hold and you nearly forget to breathe. Light from the opening above sends shimmering light through the massive crystalline pillars of ice. When your survival instincts kick back in, the amount of apparent movement from the glittering may well be enough to startle you. You'll probably remember why you're down here when your feet touch the ground.

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