As the dawn breaks upon the frozen expanse, the ground above lies unaware of the tales encrypted in the frost.
The ground whispers—do you hear it? —to those who dare tread upon its shimmering skin.
Echoes of celestial winds weave through the landscape, crafting a melody only the observant fathom.
Here, in the grip of winter's clasp, stories intertwine with the cosmos, breathing life into the barren.
Here lies Idara, the frost wanderer; her journey begins with a single step:
beneath the arctic's ardent glow, she seeks solace in the spectral choir.