The ice stretches on beneath a silent glow, cumbersome and ageless. In the deepest caverns, where light refrains from touching, an unyielding concert ensues. Each glacial entity, chiseled to eeriness by time itself, releases its frosty hymn into the immutable air.
The sublime silence is broken by the invisible hands of the auroras. Graced by their luminous embrace, the frost eludes stagnation, dancing emblematic anthems to a celestial audience. Unseen currents hum quietly, etching climatic sonnets beneath frozen curtains.
An elusive chart, crafted of translucent memories inked with cosmos dust, refracts tidings in a prismatic arc. At its heart—now deciphering constellations later savored by scholars—lies the enduring signature of frozen times.