**The air is sharp, the silence deep,**

**Each breath a ghost the cold will keep.**

**Through icy spires, a shadow lingers,**

**The frost bites soft with brittle fingers.**

**A path unknown, a whispered dare,**

**The light ahead both faint and rare.**

**Each step resounds in hollow song,**

**The journey cruel, the night so long.**

**What calls me here, what force unseen,**

**Through frozen veils, through silver sheen?**

**A secret lies within this place,**

**A hidden truth, a veiled face.**

**And though the chill may pierce my bone,**

**I press through realms of ice and stone.**

**For in the shadow, I feel the trace—**

**The pull of purpose, time, and space.**