Upon the icy whispers of night, the dreams curl like smoke,
tracing forgotten words on windows frosted with whispers.
"In the silence," they murmur, "beneath the crystal sky."
Echoes of paths not taken, where shadowed light flickers
like a candle in the fog, warming the frostbitten air.
Here is your map of starlit currents:
a moment lost in a breath, bridging the frost to a promise.
The puzzle assembles, piece by stark piece, but each turns
like a dream forgotten at first light.
Corridor of Ravens and
Mosaic of Ice await your wander.
Journey through murmurs, traverse the frozen remnant of
eternal whispers...