Within a biosphere of harmony, lavishness, and beauty, dwells a corrupted world, referred to as the Ice House. Tainted to a level, that makes it very difficult, for the common inhabitant, to comprehend the full structure, of their every-day reality. As they carry-on day by day, in search of a better place of comfort, pushing through the challenges that enters their pathway, from Kemet and the exodus, to the US and Mexico. From pyramid stages, to borderline agents. From a region, to a religion. From a man, to a skeleton. Possibly, the cycle of existence intertwines, with the ambition to excel. Vital it is, to remain unpolluted, like fresh fish, living in salty waters, and to be able to make a distinction, between a natural way of life and a super-natural way of life, in order to make the best decisions, in aid of their development, and sustainability. Proceeding through the journey of the Icehouse, they constantly find themselves desperately in need of a better life, a better transport, a better position in society, more money, and so on and so forth. Nevertheless, the most important change that is needed, may lay in their perceptions. Subsequently, life may be seen for what it truly is, in oppose to the various living-conditions, which is propelled, not by nature, nor self, but by man-made guidelines, and union's implementations. The time is now, the way out is crystal clear. It is all in their power, to fight for what is right, it matters not, how one may feel, for in the end, the Ice House is real.