The heat rises silently, trying desperately to combat the cold. The bitter, unforgiving cold envelops from angles, and surrounds you until it is sure you know how it feels. When it subsides, the heat tries once more to do its job. Although it slowly envelops you, you can feel no warmth. Perhaps it is because unlike the cold, which contains such strong and vivid emotions, the heat has none. Instead, it is half-heartedly trying to combat its lifelong enemy, a battle that will continue until the end of time. It is out of its element, for here, the cold reigns supreme. Perhaps the heat is waiting, waiting for its turn to rule, for there is a continual exchange of power between the two opposing forces. Then it will be full of life and the cold will half-heartedly and unemotionally combat its inverse.

This eternal conflict is not without its casualties. Within the deep gorge lay one such casualty, half-buried after enduring the cold’s wrath. Around it kneels its comrades, clinging to life, and losing. It’s not long before they will wind up like their comrade, where they will lay for all eternity.

Even outside the gorge, the supporters of the heat are suffering. They lose their color, and moved about inanimately, constantly wondering when the exchange of power would occur, and their king would rule again. Until then, they receive comfort from the occasional lifeless heat, and hold onto such moments for as long as they can. Those who are taller tend to protect those who were smaller, but the cold prevents them, and the smaller than have to face the harsh reality.

The only ones immune to this struggle are those who's ancestors made a pact with the hear and cold at the beginning of time. The descendants live happily, no matter whom reigns, oblivious to their fortunate situation. They do not have to worry about the harsh struggles that the supporters of the heat must endure every day, for the cold allows these descendants to keep all they need. The neighbors of these descendants should be envious of the descendant’s position, but they, like the descendants, don’t see the advantages the descendants have over their neighbors.

Only the eyes of the outsider can observe such things, for those involved in the struggle are so wrapped up in the conflict that they know nothing else. To them, it is as natural as the air we breathe, and as normal as rising in the morning. For although they do the same things we do in their own way, their lives are so dependent on this cycle that they do not notice us. They don’t see us watching them, immune to their struggles. However, as much as we would like to help, we are unable, for this struggle will continue past our lives, and onward for all eternity.