Humanities weakness.

Your body slowly succumbs to the cold as exhaustion takes over. The snow beneath you feels softer than before, almost comforting, as the warmth of sleep embraces you. Your shivering fades, your breathing slows, and the howling wind grows distant. Your thoughts become hazy, memories slipping away like grains of sand through your fingers. The pain in your limbs dulls, replaced by an eerie sense of peace. The snowfall thickens, covering you like a delicate blanket. The world around you fades into an eternal slumber, and with one final breath, you drift into the cold abyss—never to wake again.