I am at the mouth of an ice cave with my friends. By saying certain words we are able to create new flows and icicles on the walls. I am able to break through some layers of ice in the floor. I jump into the water and push the chunks of ice downstream. My friends are amazed that I am able to withstand the cold water. "It used to be a lot colder" I tell them.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #154: At The Mouth Of An Ice Cave
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