In the silence, we dream. In the silence, we trace. The north calls softly, piercing the veil of hidden paths.
Step by step, we traverse the icy whispers. Step by step, we lose our footprints, only to find them again.
Echoes of shadows dance upon the stars, where the moon whispers secrets only the north knows.
In circles we wander, in circles we breathe, tracing the silent marks of forgotten journeys.
The frost etches tales upon the barren trees, tales of dreams left unsaid.
Touch the void, and it will touch you back. Speak to the silence, and it will speak in riddles.
The north remembers what the south forgets. Follow the bear's path, and you will find the untraveled road.