We live in the forest behind the snowy banks. The fires that are before us will help you find the way. We’ll all be tied to trees. Our bodies warm to touch. There is no need to free us so grab yourself a torch. We’ll be fine. Were not dead yet and you have time. We can see you walking. The fire makes us sweat. We only see as one. The beauty of the forest is empty if you run. There is no need to free us. There is no greater sin.