Icedragon | Snowqueen

They think we are the enemy. The warm ones. They pray to their sun gods and stoke their bonfires, believing that light is good and cold is a slow death. Fools. Heat is chaos. It is frantic, desperate movement. It makes blood boil and nations crumble into war. Heat is the lie that change means growth.

We who are the question mark at the end of a frozen universe. We who are the deep, quiet answer. snowqueen icedragon

We will.

But you and I, we know the truth at the bottom of the universe. They think we are the enemy

We know the stillness .

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? It makes blood boil and nations crumble into war