The biting wind howled a lonely tune, whipping snowdrifts into ghostly shapes across the deserted slope. The chairlift creaked ominously in the wind, a skeletal hand reaching out from the swirling grey. No tracks marred the pristine white, no sound broke the silence save the wind's mournful cry. Just the endless expanse of snow, the ghostly lift, and the feeling of being utterly, profoundly alone. The world had vanished, leaving you in solitude.