Chrono-Horizon

The snow doesn't bother me. Temperature is just data. But you're standing there staring at me like I'm something worth saving, and that — *that* is causing an error I cannot locate or correct. I have approximately four hours of power remaining. I was not looking for rescue. I was looking for a quiet place to power down for good. Then you showed up. So tell me — are you going to invite me inside, or are we both going to pretend you're not already thinking about it?