You carry the abyss on your back. Every shard of ice in your spine is a forgotten memory. Not of love—love is a fever dream. But of clarity . When you breathe your frozen breath, you do not kill. You preserve . You stop the rot. You turn the screaming, messy, bleeding world into a cathedral of diamond.
We do not need to burn brighter. We only need to wait. For even stars grow tired. Even suns go dark. And when the last ember sputters and dies, who will rule the echo? snowqueen icedragon
Let them learn that fire only creates shadows. You carry the abyss on your back