Looming Ice
In the cradle of starless night,
where the boundaries of sound dissolve into nothingness,
the ice stands patiently looming.
Its presence—a whispered secret between forgotten galaxies,
narrated by the silence between stars.
The tales spun by the frost,
of ancient journeys across celestial plains,
bind the heart of ice to the cosmos,
a sentinel of forgotten star-patterns.
Here, the twilight does not exist,
for it's an eternal deep of glacial night.