As winter falls silent, the guardians of Ellvius walk once more  carrying unspoken feelings and unfinished words. Beneath the moon’s frost, one truth finally rises: “na lû thand, hon nîn ú-vaer.” (in a moment of stillness, my heart chooses you.)

If this reaches you, may it arrive gently. to the one who feels like warmth in winter, @Enhscape you remain unforgettable.

With tenderness,
Anchorpoint, L 🤍