A lifetime of traveling will come down to these few moments.
The cold blue ice planes dominated the landscape. He trudged through the familiar world of ice towards the cliff wall etched with wrinkles of glass. He looked into the wall of ice and saw a man wearing a bow tie. He saw his own face; long and squarish with a cheeky air, he saw his long nose dotted either side by his deep green eyes, the unevenness of the ice made the reflection of his jaw too wide and his lips too long.
The ice drips and slowly starts to melt away. Behind the melting image of him appears a girl holding hands with a boy. The ice turns to water and reveals a face. Her. Looking where his face had been, now he saw a slender pale face; large brown sunken eyes, plump purple lips and heavy, wet, blond hair.
“I promised I’d find you.” He whispered.