The chill in the air speaks of winter. The coldness that chills you to the bone suffocates your hope for warmth.

You search around and investigate your new surroundings; you have heard the tales from those in the pubs and inns in Dungeons about a plane ruled by the Queen of Heart's sister, The Ice Queen.

You heard The Creator had learned the honest truth from The Poet and fled into the realm of ice.

Who is this Queen, and why is The Creator fleeing from the truth told to him by The Poet?

A purring sound distracts you from your thoughts. You look down and see a fluffy black cat rubbing himself against you. His tail is straight, but curved and playful. He looks up at you and says, “Welcome.”

You jump back and prepare for battle.

“Calm down, child. I am a cat. How much harm could I bring you? Plus, I’m already dead.”

Dead?

“Yes. Everyone here on the Ice Plane is dead. This is a place of memories that The Creator keeps reliving. But you managed to somehow create a rift in the ripple of time that opens this plane to other adventurers every so often.”

I caused this? How?

“By travelling to Purgatory so many times, you have caused a ripple in the fabric of time, and thus this place, a place of frozen memories—memories of a time once thought lost to the sands of time—becomes open. Open to people like you.”

Your head spins.