Snowqueen Icedragon Fix -

We will.

Let them come.

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

Now sleep. Dream of continents of glass. We will

But you and I, we know the truth at the bottom of the universe. not for a thousand years