The Siberian Dream ( Coldness of the coldest hearts)

The sun just went away in an egocentric flash and total darkness covered the land after it left for good... It was a day that ended for everything and every single fragment of life vanished along with the last spark of luminous perceptible sensations.....
 The heart was in a state of existing as material part of a whole that was only a gathering of atomic feelings and as the  universal system presented an error in the new formal structure, the ''drummer'' of one's body chose to remain dorment until the time was right for it to come to life again.... Then there was silence..... 
Over gallactic dreams, the delicious Milky Way was throwing shiny little impulses upon the snow and ice of Siberia. There was no sign of living souls around, no sound of joy or sorrow, no flame of forgotten passion, there was nothing but cold silence. Within the deep hours of the longest night an iced heart-shaped grave with a ruby upon the middle of the upper cover was standing as a house, a shelter and a frozen resting place for the queen's heart... No feeling around it appart from numb tranquility could be distinguished in the wonderful enormous natural castle where the trees were towers and the very pure white in its essence was the key to everything. Secrets were written on little parts of thought and could be understood by all who cared to close their eyes and drop down forever in the kingdom of rest, in the house of everlasting sleep. There was nothing here but sincerity, a wish for nothing and a desire of painless suffering. In songs and poems, the words could not explain the true feeling of this beautiful myth and those who went there returned without a word, without a soul, without sadness.....
  The dream has ended and as I awake more tired I feel when dread and fear cross a smile of fortune... I am the queen, behold my realms! Suffer no more and let your tears turn into ice. A heart that cannot be mended shall find a righteous way of contemplating the sky at night, when the music shines in contrast with the visual effects that make one's ears send the most pleasant sounds for the brain to be delighted... There in perfect harmony with the nothingness of the whole the ''everything'' lies hidden in every single gasp of air, in every touch, in every trial and in every reason... There shall we sleep and hearts shall rest until the sun may destroy our little imaginary sophisticated and conceptual natural habitat and all of us shall become a single memory.....