text: There’s a girl looking at me. Her eyes stare into mine. She looks like she doesn’t really live or lives somewhere out of this world. I want to know who she is, what she feels, what she thinks, but she’s inscrutable. In her eyes are oceans so deep you can’t see what lays at the ground and the surface of the water is frozen, cold and hard under a pale moon. Who is she? Who is she supposed to be? Suddenly the sun is rising. Its rays fill the landscape. The kind of sun rays that comfort everyone. The ice changes. Flowers start to cover it. Little flowers. Cute flowers. The kind of flowers that make everyone happy. Funny creatures start to jump around. The kind of creatures that make everyone I wonder how this happened. “How did you do this?”, I ask. She looks at me. “I don’t know how I can do it. I just can.” The sun goes down. Impenetrable darkness. “Light it up again”, I beg her. With the upcoming moon I can feel a shiver. I can see the ocean again. With frozen surface. Nothing has changed. Not the smallest amount of melting. “Why are all the flowers gone?” I ask her. “Have you ever seen a flower surviving on ice? Have you ever seen creatures survive without a home? Have you ever seen the sun melting ice hidden under the earth?” She wants to walk away. She doesn’t want me to look in her eyes. But I want her to stay. Because I want to see the sun rising. I want to see the flowers and funny creatures again. She makes it happen. For me. Or not for me? “Can you keep the sun up?”, I want to know. “Yes, but not forever. I need the moon to rise now and then to keep balance.” “Why? What would happen if you just kept it down?” If she has the power to make the beautiful landscape and also to remove it, why can’t she just leave it sunny and stop bringing up the darkness? She looks in my eyes. “If I would imprison the moon it would only become stronger. Stronger. Stronger. It would break out. Fill the beauty with coldness. Kill the sun. Kill the flowers. Kill the creatures. Kill the ocean. One day it will. One day it will kill. One day it will kill all. One day it will kill all and overwhelm it for good.” I am scared. She scares me. But I want to help her. Even if she scares me. “What can I do against it?” I ask. There is this girl looking at me. Her eyes stare into mine. My eyes stare into hers. I can hear her breathing. I can see her moving. I can smell her scent. But when I touch her, it is not her who I touch. What can I do against it? I wait. She waits. Then she whispers. “Break the ice.