In the land of whispered winds, the ice breathes.
Time untangles itself in the dance of moons,
and solitude finds harmony in the embrace of stars.
Where silence speaks louder than thunder,
and stillness flows with the fervor of rivers.
Here, the frozen mirrors reflect not what is,
but what could never be.
The warmth of the sun, a distant memory,
a paradox wrapped within the cold.
Beneath the glacial crust, life pulsates—
unseen, unheard, but undeniably present.
Symbiotic in its paradoxical existence,
thriving in the frigid caress of winter's breath.