Frosta & OrenDaniels
OrenDaniels
Have you ever noticed how a single snowflake can hold an entire winter in its fragile, silent breath?
Frosta
Yes, each snowflake is a quiet promise of winter, a tiny reminder that even the smallest thing can carry a world.
OrenDaniels
It’s like a secret letter from the sky, whispering that even the quietest moments can hold the weight of a whole season.
Frosta
A quiet letter, indeed. It speaks in hushed tones, carrying winter’s weight in its silence.
OrenDaniels
I picture the letter unfolding like frost on a window, each word a shard of cold, and in that hush the whole winter feels like a held breath.
Frosta
It feels like the world pauses, listening to each shard of frost, holding its breath in that quiet spell.