CHURNING ICY EMBERS

The frost clings to the edges of his soul, a brittle shell that cracks under the weight of buried pain. Each sigh is a shard of ice, a testament to read more the bitter chill that has woven its way within him. But even in this wasteland of emptiness, a spark remains. A flicker of defiance, a whisper of hope that refuses to be extinguished. It breat