Frost Whisper Prism

I found in a forgotten glade a crystal prism, the Frost Whisper, that hums with the hush of a thousand snowfall nights. Its translucent blue shell is etched with swirling frost patterns, and when I hold it against my chest it releases a cool mist that tastes of silvered pine sap. The object is not merely beautiful; it records the quiet of winter's breath and, when warmed by a candle's flame, unravels the moment I first heard the world pause. I cannot help but dream of owning it, to keep that stillness close in the days when the wind grows louder. #WinterMuse ❄️