Icy Dream - SCP Foundation

Gears is dreaming.

He sees a rose in the infinite void. It is not actually a rose, but pieces of frozen blood sticking on the stem, flickering in the dark.

Gears thinks he should pick it, so he does. The blood melts, drops on his hand. It is cold as ice. Blood quickly flows through his arm like a snake, leaks through the white coat, spreading coldness to his body. Then it climbs up and strikes through his head, pushes him backwards. Gears feels he is falling. He falls into a red ocean, sinking down to deep crimson. He sees his reflection above the ocean, watching him drowning in the icy water, emotionless. He sees the fading light, he sees himself drowning, drowning, drowned.

Gears wakes up. Red light given from the broken air conditioner shines on his face. Cold air has filled the entire room, air of Siberian snow, bringing a sence of familiarity. He shuts the air conditioner and sends a message to inform the maintenance staff in the site. Back to bed, frosts gently land on his body. Gears leaves them there, as he has done in the past ten years, and falls asleep in the embrace of frigid temperature.

You see mountains of paperworks on your desk.

You receive a rose.

You are watching a explosion, you feel you are about to laugh.

You lie in the infirmary alone.

You want to say "Gears?".

You gently put the rose in a vase.

You take a bite out of a piece of chocolate.

You go into the office with yourself sitting in impassively.

You walk in the blizzard which erases everything except snow and buildings of the foundation.

In front of you stands a tombstone.

On the sculpture of a past life these words appear:

"Deep under the freezing gray and white world buried the only blue. "

You feel a bit warmth around you.

You realize -7℃ is too warm for a place like this.

You realize you can't freeze ice into snow.

Exactly 9 o'clock, Gears steps into the office.

He opens his 'destroy' file, pulls out a plastic bag.

He sees a splatter of red from his dream.

He reads the letter the second time, decides to put it back. He doesn't know why.

August has just started, mountains of work waiting to be done.

Ink spreads on the paper like blooming flower, which withers instantly.

He needs to keep running.