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.