How much time has passed since arriving here?
Perhaps it was during the slow healing of the wound that more than necessary anesthetics took effect again and again, making the passage of time ambiguous and blurry.
Or, in this cold land that seems to be cursed, just looking out the window at the ever-white snowfield... Even my own sense of existence is gradually being swallowed up.
Conception:
Don't give up! ! ! ! ! ! !