[DROP] It'll take your breath away

random event the cold was so intense that she could see her own breath; it came out of her mouth like smoke The winter nymph listened to them all, one by one, skating here, gliding there, until finally - when they were all finished - she slid to a stop next to Rexanna . "Yes," she said, her voice tinkling with delight. "Regret nothing. Do anything you can to achieve your aims. These are the marks of survivors." Clasping the woman's shoulders (or her reflection's shoulders, rather), the nymph danced effortlessly on the ice until the was in the centre of the room. "Keep those thoughts close! Now for the last hurdle of our game, you no-regretters and do-alls. Catch me." As she whispered the words an icy wind howled through the cavern - the cavern that tilted, tilted around until they were all standing upon its ceiling. Or were they? The nymph, they would see, was visible to them now. They were all the right way up, and she was no longer in their reflections. Or perhaps they were their reflections now? Whatever. Let the game begin. Last round! You have 48 hours until the Drop ends!