Toyeshinyama

I do not know where I am. The air is stale and reeking of rotten flesh. No matter where I go, this is the stench that forever engulfs me. Through the snow my feet are heavy and unfamiliar. Where am I going? Is there somewhere that I am meant to be? Am I trying to find someone? The mountains tower over my head as I trudge aimlessly in this white-painted valley. Everything I see is colourless; nothing is green, nothing lives. Where is this place? A figure in the distance. Are you the one I am searching for? It must be a man; its physical build too broad to be a woman. His manner is strangely familiar to me, and for some reason this disturbs me