What if you were trapped on an island? Disoriented and scared, as night begins to fall. No one asked you what was that one thing you would take. No one gave you the choice to take someone along. Just, thrown into shear loneliness, worse than you've ever dreamed. 

Perhaps this wasn't your average island. The ocean doesn't slide upon the tropical shore line. The palms don't rattle in the night wind. There is no life here. For the island you landed on, is constructed of ice. The purest, life giving  thing on this planet, which is your demise. What you might usually dream about running to for escape has captured you, and now you might try to escape it. This endless desert of frozen sand, no sun, no heat, no life, except yours. However, at this moment no one knows you exist. Like Davy Jones Locker, you have died and gone to an unexpected hell. But wouldn't that be bitter sweet. 

So you live, for now. In the forever loneliness which is the glaciers stranded in the ocean. In a world when no one knows you're alive, do you truly exist?