Planets, stars, moons, and dust all exist in the infinite emptiness known as space. It was a soundless hole with nothing to fill it. In this gap of space, though, something else dwells. This item exists in its own gulf of nothingness. There was something remarkable about this place. It was a soul that had been frozen in time. This soul had no feelings. It was a soul with no dreams and no feelings. It had a heart that was frigid and white.

  There was also a world that was comparable to the frozen soul, a planet that was alone, a planet that was always cold and far away. Even though it was a planet without light, something constantly illuminated and gave it light, was it, god? Is it possible that it's a distant star that provides light?. Who knows, this planet was a snowball, but it was a life-filled snowball. It had an existence that set it apart from the great majority of worlds in the wide cosmos, a planet that was home to gods, numerous spirits, kings and queens, and a plethora of other species who live on this gigantic young snowball.

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  And, like the frozen spirit, it was always freezing on the outside but always warm on the inside; it was always alone but always linked to something; it was always far away yet always nearby. These two are intertwined, the frozen soul resides in this world of endless winter, and is fated to be frozen for all of eternity.