Light in those silent corners is stubborn, like a shadow that refuses to leave the ice. It slips through cracks, catching dust and turning it into a pale ghost. The story’s in the way it glows and dies, telling you that even the quiet can hold a fierce spark. If you want to capture it, stay steady and let the light do its own work—you’ll find the real narrative in the moments it refuses to be seen.

Good plan. Stay focused, let the ice keep its secrets. You’ll get the shot when the light finally decides to speak.