My Setting

The man crawled out into the freezing fresh air. All he could see was a thick, foggy mist all around him and miles and miles of deep, white snow as cold as my fridge. There were gigantic boulders made of ice and stalagmites growing out in all directions in every cave you can find. They were like giant needles trying to jab you to death. The man could hear nothing but the gust of whistling wind everywhere he went. He had no other feelings but the fact that he could die out hear or being all alone in this terrifying place.