406 A Gift from the Past 5yr

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As someone who had traveled to many places, I'd trodden across the most distant of lands. During my travels, I loved seeing the sights, but I obtained much knowledge and benefits during these voyages. Perhaps this was the reason for the "Treader" word in my Ice Treader Soul Imprint.
The frozen tundra was immaculate, nothing more than an unending stretch of pure snow white. Amid this vastness stood a colossal snowy mountain that pierced the clouds, a place where even breathing was difficult. It was a forbidden zone that lacked both color and life, a location with nothing else, but it was there I learned how to let go of myself.
No, I wasn't talking about something as glorious as emptying my mind in meditation. I was talking about abandonment and self-exile. Within that land of snow, where it was nigh impossible to tell the earth and sky apart, I abandoned myself. I left myself, sending my soul through tribulations, surrounded by this frigid, hostile climate. I dreamed, but at the same