A desolate place — an endless frozen lake stretched as far as the eye could see. There was no snowstorm here, so the view was clear. In the distance, two deformed mountain ranges melted into each other, and beyond them, faintly, one could glimpse a beautiful orange sunset. After crossing those mountains, the forest awaited, and finally — after nearly twenty days — we would see the first warm-blooded animals.
I had no idea how many days we had spent wandering the snowy forest; after all, it was impossible to tell day from night. The sky was always painted in shades of gray. We had been walking for hours across the frozen ground. Nothing had shown itself so far, but all the students remained on high alert. This place was extremely dangerous.
"This part of the forest is the worst of the whole trip. Luckily, we're only a few days away from leaving it," Daniela said, rubbing her hands together as she sighed to herself.
