My feet were numb in my boots. It was so cold the air was freezing, creating a haze, sparking in the moonlight, that obscured everything more than a few yards in every direction. As the night wore on, the pale orb’s hue disintegrated like light through a prism, sending painful colors blazing through the ice-fog. I was eventually forced to close my eyes against the multicolored sparkle and stumble forward blindly. The haze disappeared once I reached the edges of the burning forest and I was again able to see. I skirted the eternal inferno until I reached the town.