Ballad of the Bitten Ice

The wind whispers secrets of the frozen heart, a **lament unheard** by the warm and living. Symbiotes gather in moonlit shadows, thrumming with paradoxes too dark to hold and too magnificent to embrace.

Hearken, the icicle’s tear, life and death entwined beneath the frosted veil.

• The dancers remain... eternal form, their frostbitten silhouettes silhouetted against the vault.
• In unison, they waft and waver into the hollow ether, a synchronicity of spectral wist.
• And yet they relish the aching paradox: lovers enveloped in the starlit tundra of stillness.

The **silent waltz** of the overwrought echo, ever profound, never dimming in the cosmic obscurity.