Echo, the mountain nymph

I entered the cave after four hours of hiking on top of the glacier.

Polar night with the company of the northern lights.

I exhaled/huffed.

I disarmed and walked in the tunnel to find the others.

I don’t hear them.

They must have moved away.

The only sound came from my footsteps with the metal nails that carved the ice.

I stood.

For the first time in my life, i stood in complete silence.

I felt alone.

I felt otherworldly.

I turned my headlight off.

Complete darkness.

Complete silence.

I felt even more alone.

A rhythmic sound.

In my effort to turn my light back on i instead turned the red light on.

The cave lit up.

The ice surrounding me seemed bloody.

I heard my name, and my rapid thoughts came to a halt/stopped.

Echo,

the mountain nymph,

doesn’t seem to have found the entrance to the ice cave.

Sound is getting lost,

except for the whispers;

they freeze like those methane bubbles

in an eternal swirling dance.

Eternity might end soon.

The dance might stop before the final act.