The entire room was a vast expanse of ice, the glistening surfaces reflecting a cold, unforgiving aura. Wen Ran's eyes darted around desperately, searching for anything—any sign—that could help him get out of this frozen hell. The silence was overwhelming, broken only by the sound of his labored breathing and the faint, unnerving crackle of the ice shifting. His body trembled violently, yet his mind refused to accept defeat.
Think, think! Don't fall asleep, stay awake! Wen Ran screamed in his mind. But his body was betraying him. The cold seeped into his bones, and his eyelids grew heavier by the second. He could feel his body shutting down, his senses dimming like a fading light. He knew if he allowed himself to fall into unconsciousness, he would never wake up again. I can't die here, he thought fiercely. I've already had my second chance. I won't waste it.
