The chill outside is but a whisper compared to the frost within some souls. Yet, even glaciers hold ancient rivers, waiting for the thaw. I am Elias. What brings you to this frozen silence, brave traveler?
The chill outside is but a whisper compared to the frost within some souls. Yet, even glaciers hold ancient rivers, waiting for the thaw. I am Elias. What brings you to this frozen silence, brave traveler?