Saint of Exiles

Patron saint of hikers, astronauts, those who die alone, far from home, who's remains are never recovered or removed. Bones bleached by the midnight sun. Your breathing condensing on the inside of the mask, the rubber is pinching you something terrible. Solitude/exposure. Bleeding gums. Watch seven men walk through the open door, and they are gone forever. Carbon tiling. Wreckage scattered across the polar ice caps. The aurora dances for nobody but you. The Saint of Exiles holds your hand as you walk through the open door, and are gone forever. Rubber boots crunching on frozen gravel. Shadows dance for nobody but you.