Snowqueen Icedragon -

So coil tighter, my dragon. Let the northern lights fracture across your blind white eyes. The warm ones below are sharpening their swords of forged fire. They think they can melt the throne.

Not the stillness of a corpse—that is just heat abandoning its vessel. No, the true stillness. The silence after the last syllable. The geometry of frost on a window. That moment when a glacier decides it will not melt, not for a thousand years, not for a million. That is power. That is the only god worth kneeling to: absolute, unbreakable permanence. snowqueen icedragon

We who are the question mark at the end of a frozen universe. We who are the deep, quiet answer. So coil tighter, my dragon