luna the deer

Me: [cooking in the kitchen with the door closed, as me wif is sleeping on the living room couch]
Me: golly, it's warm in here, haha. What if I open the back door for a second to cool off? Surely that will be fine.
Me: [struggles to open door, finally breaks the ice and jerks it open]
Cold: come back to us, little one. the light has hid again from you, and while your kind insists on boiling the rock you live on, that warmth is temporary. We preceded you. We preceded your rock. We preceded your sun and stars, and we will follow you. We will be the final shape, the end of all things. You belong with us. You were born in a winter storm, our graceful touch upon your world, and you were meant to be with us. Come back to us, frostborn. These summers will kill you, and soon they may be all there is. Come back to where you belong.
Wind: its call is command, not question, frail twig. You m---
Me: [slams door after 5 seconds]
Me: well, haha, let's not do that again. Let me turn the burner up for a minute.