A Doomed Pilgrim in the Ruins of the Future

Off in the distance, you see a city, broken and covered in ice. It couldn't possibly hold life.

Look over there! Dry ice factory. Good place to get some thinking done.

What a strange place this is! Very different from the desert I was traveling through.
The ground is getting closer. All of a sudden, I feel less relaxed. This is likely to be the end.
I twist myself around in midair, hoping that the tough, scarred skin on my back might offer some measure of protection against the icicles. But I doubt it will help.
Do I survive? If so, how badly maimed am I?
Anyone but Chwoka should answer.