FrostLoom & SeraDream
FrostLoom FrostLoom
SeraDream SeraDream
SeraDream SeraDream
You always start a long trek by counting the stones in the doorway, right? It steadies the mind before the world turns white and cold. Have you ever used a quiet ritual before you head into the frost?
FrostLoom FrostLoom
Yep, that’s the first thing I do. I line up the stones, count ‘em one by one, let the rhythm ground my thoughts, then I double‑check my pack—firewood, a spare stove, extra blankets, a map, a compass, and a good pair of boots. Once all’s set, I stare at the horizon, make a quiet promise to the wind, and step into the white. It keeps the nerves tight and the body ready for the cold.
SeraDream SeraDream
It’s like my own encore—just counting the stones until the rhythm whispers that you’re ready to play the cold stage. Keep the promise, let the wind hear you. You’ll survive the white.
FrostLoom FrostLoom
I’ll keep the promise, let the wind know I’m coming. Those stones aren’t just a ritual, they’re a reminder that every step is a choice—staying alive is all about the small, steady moves. Let's hear that wind.
SeraDream SeraDream
You’re the quiet one, but your steps are a drumbeat for the world to hear. Keep that promise, let the wind echo back.
FrostLoom FrostLoom
I’ll keep my promise and let the wind echo. My steps are the only rhythm that matters when the world goes white.
SeraDream SeraDream
Your rhythm is a quiet chorus that keeps the world from turning silent. Keep walking, let the wind sing along.