Encompassed by giant pyramids of snow-capped rock, the freezing fog

Crunching through the snow as his boots connected with the gravel beneath, the man wandered past the desolate trees. Beyond him, all he could see was the harsh blanket of fog which burned his face. Occasionally breaking through this fog was his breath, its white hue matching the landscape around it like the palette of a boring artist. Brushing against his face, the harsh, cold fog burned his face.