𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖏𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖞
Your piercing cold compels our bodies to hunt for warmth.
Arcane is your ability like no others, to make time feel slow and sedated.
Creating some space for us to let us progress into introspection, appreciation of life essentials.
Letting us find better ways to dwell in this short earthly trip.
To find what the soul is calling for.
When everything alive or dead is hiding under the frost...
Learn from those humble trees, once proud of their natural garments, now stripped down to their bones.
Just like you, even when life take away pieces of you, bringing you down to the bare essential...
You fight the winter cold and wind, but your roots are holding dear deep down into the ground.
Your weakest points are trembling and breaking... as frail branches from time to time. But you tirelessly stand your ground.
𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑.
Darkness doesn't become absolute.
Because after all this hardship, you do not comply, you still got this vehement will to survive, and that looks like hope.
𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉...
𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙, 𝖜𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘.
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