Stolidity from Siste Lys by Ingrina

Consciousness is turning in a loop while bodies freeze. Thoughts are spreading through the bones,
ligaments and tendons, where the blood is scarce and the frost weak. Thoughts are raving, wild and
confused. They're trapped in frozen corpses, which makes them delusional and eager.
To them the meaning is lost and it always has been. Enemies got inside, where they've always been.
Hordes of greedy allies and inner monsters grow, when all tracks disappear. Still patterns still, on
battlefields without purpose. Unmoved in trench warfare, self-assigned at war without order. No tyrant,
no bond, no border. Enemies got inside, they got inside. The war's never been so real, targets are
haunting.
Landmarks used to be clear, they’ve all weakened. Playing with blanks and learning stolidity. Fierce
inside, stiff outside. Innate turned fake, weapons reversed, patterns first.

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