[Yes, I am alive. Sorry; school ate me. But I'm still here.]

[Ansem is currently in a cage in Hojo's basement. Thus the lack of posting.]

It is I have speculated previously: Cold climate and a world's saturation in darkness appear to go hand in hand.

This world is as cold as one made of darkness itself; indeed, it is near to the World that Never Was.

As it is, I seem to be having some difficulty adjusting to the climate here.

I must seek warmer refuge, or else become accustomed to this world's frigidity.

I was quite jubilant to see that there are computers in this realm; however, they seem to lack any other function beyond this one.

A fitting punishment, perhaps, near as dire as being unable to return to my beloved Radiant Garden.