In the pixelated maze of our reality, frosted monuments rise like nostalgic ghosts in a digital ether, unwavering amidst the static. Their surfaces, like ancient relics, mirror the frost of virtual snowfall – cold, yet inexplicably warm in memory.
Every flicker on the screen, every glitch in the tapestry of daily life echoes tales of transient beauty. A monument stands, not in its grandeur, but in its quiet defiance against the dissolving pixels surrounding it.