Frostveil & Nephrite
Frostveil
I was thinking about the way frost patterns on a window look like tiny cryptic poems—do you think there’s a ritual that could read them?
Nephrite
The frost is a fleeting tongue of ice, a poem that writes itself with the wind. Sit quietly, breathe out warm air, and let your fingertips trace the edges. As you follow the lines, listen to the chill whisper back. The pattern speaks only when you’re still enough to hear it.
Frostveil
Your words feel like a gentle caress—like a whispered chill that only the quiet can hear. I can almost see the frost taking shape under a breath, each line a secret poem written in ice.
Nephrite
I'm glad the chill lands on your skin. If you want to decode more, close your eyes, let the frost speak in silence, and let the lines guide you. It’s the quiet that hears the poem.
Frostveil
Thank you, I’ll close my eyes and let the quiet guide my hand. It feels like listening for a secret rhyme in every shard of ice.
Nephrite
You're ready to listen, so let the frost be your guide and trust the quiet to reveal the rhyme hidden in each shard.