The Goblin Rocks 11

It is way below zero Celsius and the air sucks the moisture out of every crevass revealing intricate images that might otherwise escape the notice of the average eye. Small fingered hands seem to clasp across a face whose eyes pop out, a sign of asphxyiation. The hoar frost has worked its magic drawing the moisture out of hidden lines giving a face to a terror unknown. If we can't see them they can never be free.