Frost on the Walls again. I fear the slight chill in the air, it was never like this and only grows colder. I fear their patience has ended, I fear the coming of Sall and Sinter, I will not repent. Window was too cold for the usual attempts, can't feel inside or out. I can hear my mind's eye burning up, shriveling, swore I saw another blight consuming me embracing me awaiting your return xoxo