His eyes remained closed, for what need did he have for sight when sight was but a feeling.

  His body remained frozen, for what need did he have for movement when movement was but a thought.

  His mind worked slowly, for what need did he have for thought when there was nothing to provoke it.

  And then briefly, so briefly it may have seemed a reflection in the ice, save for the large cracks that now began to splinter it, fingers twitched.

  His mind began to work as he felt a push, and then it stopped.

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  His mind relaxed, his body remained still. Nothing to show that he had moved except the now crackling glacier.

  Crack!

  The glacier broke, his fingers clenched.

  He felt it again. A push. After so long, a frequency in the air. The stirrings of a new change.

  It left, and then quickly returned, faster than the previous time.

  His mind began to wake, his body began to move, his eyes opened, ice splintered, rocks shattered, an old world reawakened.

  He smiled, a new beginning was coming to this continent of forgotten endings. He saw a world of change as he pondered if this one would last.

  He had seen so many fail before, many by his own doing, would that this one would bring the needed change to make what had gone wrong, right once more.

  He stood up, and stepped forward. Mountains moved, glaciers streamed, he moved with the rhythm, as he always had and felt the world move with him. What was life but waves moving together, and what was he but the largest one.