Inspired by self-experience of instrumental transcommunication and EVP experiments. Also by the seas, thunder and lightning.
This is story about one ancient Pirate Crew or just a Seamen and their ship. They're exposed by the great storm and Thunder and crashed off the mysterious cold land.
The ship was ruined. Provision is running out. They decided to explore this harsh land in search of salvation. The further they go, the colder it became. On the way they met a strange creatures - spirits, sadden souls. The death was all around. But they didn't loose hope.
Finally they met the Mineral Man. And it became even more iced around. Many of them stayed with Mineral Man. The rest of crew went deeper the land. Suddenly the fog appeared. They saw something in the fog and thought it was something important to them and entered the mist. But now they are doomed to eternal wanders in the fog like another one lost souls.
The only one was able to get out. At the sunset among the birches he saw long-dead beloved. He didn't understand anything but stayed with her forever on this cold land.