In the heart of winter’s embrace, where whispers of ancient hymns linger like specters of the night, the ice sings. A crystalline conductor orchestrates the silence, bending time with frozen notes, writing symphonies in frost upon the cavern’s walls.
Once, long ago, or perhaps in a yesteryear unchained by clock’s dominion, the melodies called forth the stars, drawing them nearer to their celestial perches. Now, in this sanctuary of stillness, the ritual repeats—a song of ice and echo, a dance of the ephemeral and eternal.
And you, the dreamer, stand upon the threshold of reality and illusion. Will you step forward? Or will you linger, ensnared by the beauty of a sonata that transcends the bounds of time?
Follow the Whisper