"Surviving Beneath Ice"
by Alex Noble
You become a primitive creature in this forced hibernation, here under the ice for who knows how long. And yet, there is a strange kind of peace now, that comes with your soul's dark winter. It is the stillness of hibernation, and you notice now that you hardly breathe at all, and that you are no longer afraid.
An exceptional metaphor for the "dark night" of the human soul...