I felt like I was in a dream. I was back in the snowy mountains where my people lived, but the whole place was barren. I looked around to see if I could find someone; the last time I hibernated, I replayed a memory over and over again. This is different, I feel like I am in another realm, in a limbo, if that makes sense. My bear isn’t with me; she is probably taking care of my physical body, even if I am sure that I am in a safe place.
My home was the biggest in my community. It stood prominently among the other snow and ice dwellings. The community I have lived in almost all my life was a beautiful sight to behold, nestled in a valley surrounded by towering snow-capped peaks. Each home was crafted with precision, built from blocks of ice and packed snow, creating an ethereal village that
