I and a big robot are standing outside a bar, in an old whaling village far to the north, looking cool, when this dude tells us we have to go hunting. Not like we have a choice is it?
We travel betweeen iceflakes at night, in an old wooden rowing boat. The boat stops way out at sea. An immense fear rushes through me. The water below feels extremely cold and deep like there is no end to it. Something is lurking in the water.
It feels like danger is approaching. Almost like the sea itself is trying to suck us down. Suddenly I see the big robot swimming in the water next to the boat, like he is protecting the boat. The fear slowly disappears and I feel warm and calm.