Cold crystal lines distort once clear vision
Unfiltered sunlight and clear sky only a distant memory
The magic filaments that bring clarity are broken and lifeless
Their power decayed by age and over-use
No road safe to pass, no path without pitfalls  

A glance backwards, the journey here also obscured
Only swirling white confusion, flux locked in perpetuity
Encased and enclosed, prisoner of time and entropy
Frozen vortices appear infinite and unbreakable from within
From without, fragile and susceptible to first light
No sign of dawn… 

Yet.