"No, there isn't." Life has found a way to survive, but it's not thriving. It's struggling, fighting, and always at risk of surrendering to this cold. Some have the ability to adapt. Others do not. Their lives are short, keeping the psychopomps of the Underworld busy. Keeping Death Incarnate busy because their deaths are considered peaceful, gentle.

"If I ever saw my world as how it once was, I was a newly born godling, but it could have been Elysium instead. I can't really remember it clearly," Thanatos says as if it should be normal to recall a baby's memory during a random shift to the possible surface.