A gust of frozen air passes by.
Sand and silt submit to air.
The ground is barren and bare.
The sky is quite.
Frost creeps through stone.
Warped whistling is abound.
Distant wolves howl.
Atop a frozen lake I stand.
My clothing ***** to the wind.
The ice breaks.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 3:37 PM UTC
A gust of frozen air passes by.
Sand and silt submit to air.
The ground is barren and bare.
The sky is quite.
Frost creeps through stone.
Warped whistling is abound.
Distant wolves howl.
Atop a frozen lake I stand.
My clothing ***** to the wind.
The ice breaks.