[ He can start there. ]

Yes. A realm, is the other way I've heard it put. You can't exactly visit it. [ He leans back a little, eyes up as he thinks on it, trying to put it from his place. That uncomfortable -- yet familiar, now -- swell of cold that comes like it knows it's being spoken of. It comes so readily under his fingertips now, when it had seemed so foreign before. ] There is one who speaks for it but, it is always... hungry, I think. It consumes everything.