The relic sits, cold and quiet beneath white blankets.
It speaks in breezes and icicle echoes.
Sometimes the snow says
"Hear the frost giants,
buried asleep."
And we giggle, for we know
the cold has stories
that tickle our eager ears.
Time drips, like melting ice drops,
marking the dance of stars above
through secret crystalline windows.
Can you unlock its mystery?
Or perhaps you'd like to find more treasures hidden beneath the layers.
Listen carefully, and the frozen relic might just share
its whispered dreams with you...