Cold

He crawled like a wounded animal closer to the machine, dragging his frozen limbs and forcing them near. The now warm stone held his side as he rested against it, a support of sorts, a shoulder to rely on if he was delusional enough.He brought up his knees to his chest as he extended his trembling hands into the fake fire, faux believer in prayer. His breaths coming out ragged into beautiful golden clouds, quickly swallowed by the harsh gale. The unnatural light gave everything around a soft blur with orange tinted light - the image of warmth but barely an imitation of it.Despite the respite, the storm didn't recede.He remained trapped under a storm with a leaf as an umbrella.or//Kaeya is dying so he thinks whil e he does so