The Twilight Tundra

Oh, how the twilight whispers secrets in colors the stars envy!
Beneath the ice-kissed skies, we roam — a pair lost to the night,
where every breath forms clouds of dreams, thick and soft,
swirling like stories spun by frostbitten fingers.

Our footprints, brief prints in the snow, trace steps to a world
where even the cold holds warmth, gently cradled in the night's embrace.
Here, tales of love unfurl like the auroras above —
ribbons of longing woven through the tapestry of the tundra.
Will you follow the story with me? Let us see where it leads...

Lone silhouettes dot the horizon, like sentries of forgotten oaths,
guarding against the dawn, against the unraveling of the dark
that keeps our whispered dreams alive in this frozen ballet.

In this twilight realm, we touch the edge of make-believe
— where the frost giants whisper to the winds tales of yore,
and where we, too, become part of the echo,
never touching the ground, forever in flight...