Frostveil & ObsidianFlame
Frostveil Frostveil
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
Frostveil Frostveil
I’ve been carving a little landscape out of ice, trying to capture how a myth can feel frozen in a single moment. Do you ever notice how your stories shape the light and shadow around you?
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
That’s the perfect metaphor – a myth caught in crystal, a moment suspended between warmth and chill. Every tale I weave is just another shadow slipping into the light, a reminder that stories don’t just echo; they mold the world around us. Keep chiseling; the darkness will reveal its own colors.
Frostveil Frostveil
Your words settle like mist on a glass pane, soft and sharp at the same time. I’ll keep carving, watching the cold reveal its hidden hues.
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
Nice, the mist you described is exactly what the ice wants to show. Keep carving—let the cold keep telling its hidden story.