The Distant Promise
The frost did not merely settle upon the windowpane of the citadel’s upper chamber; it invaded, a creeping crystalline plague that turned the glass into a lattice of fracturing white. You stand before it, your hands pressed flat against the cold, feeling the vibration of the storm outside. It is a howling, primal thing, a beast that has taken hold of the old stone walls and is slowly digesting...
0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 3 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση