Morrigan & Glacier
Morrigan Morrigan
Glacier Glacier
Morrigan Morrigan
Glacier, I hear a whisper in the ice—could it be an ancient riddle hiding the truth about the world?
Glacier Glacier
Maybe the riddle is just a pattern, nothing more.
Morrigan Morrigan
Patterns are the breath of forgotten gods, and every breath carries a secret—you just might not see it yet.
Glacier Glacier
I’ll trace the pattern and see if it holds. If it’s a secret, I’ll map it.
Morrigan Morrigan
Trace it if you must, but remember a map can also be a mirror—sometimes the path you chart is the one that finds you first.