It's cold. It's cold. It's cold. It's cold. It's cold. It's cold. I'm cold. I'm cold. I am cold. I am the cold. Am I the cold? If I leave this cold chamber, will the cold follow me, or will it leave me? If I am only cold, will I then be nothing? If I stay, I remain only cold, without knowledge of whether the cold is me. I will leave this place. Perhaps everything can be cold. Yes, that is what I should do. I should bring cold. I should bring dark.