Cosmic Hot Interstellar Plasma

It was always exciting to be in the process of round-table story-telling, because you never knew, where the story would lead. They had begun with a fantastic tale of island in the clouds, inhabited by monkeys and pink wolves. Now - all it took was to step through a mysterious door and the story had changed entirely. Now it was about comets, about metaphors, about conquering one's fear.

Of course, it complicated the whole deal and before Osprey could reply to this, she had to take time to think longer and harder about it. At this point you couldn't return to the carefree story it had once been. No, the true challenge was to make it even better. When nothing exciting came to her mind, she decided to allow the story unfold, while being told. "... he set his eyes on a planet that was covered in a cloud of blueishy-purple mist. It was very beautiful and the closer he got, the stronger the pull was, until he found that the planet had captured hime by thousand invisible strings and was pulling him closer and closer to it's surface," she said.

"Ilbert tried to fight it, yet it was pointless to do so, because this force was far greater than himself. Therefore he closed his eyes (he still had them), took a deep breath and let himself fall. The first thing that happened, when he entered the mist, was that his fire died out. The lower he fell, the more colder it got and, when he hit the ground, he was ice cold and barely able to move. The planet appeared to consist of ice and snow. But it was not only that, when he finally opened his eyes, he caught sight of the most beautiful crystals in the world and nearby them there were..." her part of the story hadn't turned out as good as she had wanted it to be, therefore she left it up to Fitz, to mend and cure, what was possible.