I've heard about it. I've seen it in movies. I've pictured it in my solitary mind, but I've never touched it. Felt it.

From what I've learnt, it is cold. It is passive. It is merciless.

It only reminds one of regrets, death and aging. Of how, in the end one always wins loneliness and wrinkled skin.

But more than that, a solitary island of their own.