it was so cold. it had always been, now that he thought about it. everything had always brought about a frigid chill, and there were absolutely no exceptions to this rule. people were cold, the words they spoke were like icicles. the world was like a solid block ice, slippery and freezing. one unwise step and you would slam hard into reality. he cried as he thought about this, and the tears offered him no warmth either. drops from a freshly melted snow.
god told them to do it, so they did. they brought the small, destroyed figures up the wooden steps. the crowd jeered and cursed at the hooded figures, yet the victims remained quiet. it was a miracle, honestly, that they could keep their silence. if they hadn't they would have been dragged back to the dark stone rooms, and more of the symbols would have been cut into their flesh. the blood was visible now, through the rags they had been given. all three of them stood there nonetheless, fearful of what would happen if they did otherwise.
an identical number of their captors came forward, seeking approval from the crowd, and from the apparent god. they got it. shouts of encouragement cheered on the captors as they shrieked in joy and ecstasy. they all had knives. after a short while, they began cutting and cutting. cutting into the people because god said so.
she never really understood it all. the universe. it all seemed so ineffably huge and complex, full of stars and mysteries. it drove her mad, dawn to dusk, trying to penetrate the secrets of the massive infrastructure, yet she so far had never been able to wrap her head around it. it was too massive. she would whimper from headache and succumb to the pain and feeling of dread when she was at a point where it seemed that she was coming to a break through. the answer, always right at her fingers, icy cold, would slip away, simply melting like ice cream. sometimes she would scream. people often were disturbed by the scream. the scream was something alike to the pure essence of pain.
tonight, however. she understood. it wasnt cold. the blood was actually quite warm as it ran down her face...