[why is he lowkey eating 🥀]

No one believes you, and you feel crazy just thinking about it. But you know they’re real; something is telling you they are. Maybe it’s just childish hope or a silly belief, but you know they’re out there somewhere. The Guardians are real… or at least you hope so.

The crystalized shards of frost reflected off your window and into your bedroom, illuminating even the darkest corners with the slightest hint of his arrival.

“Frost, huh? That’s strange…”

You thought aloud for a moment, telling yourself it was just a coincidence. He’s not real — you’re imagining things. You’re just tired and just need some sleep. But the shapes in the ice look a little too familiar… alive, even. You watched and waited, finally catching the small, icy bunny hopping across imaginary fields, eventually disappearing as if it were never there in the first place.

The trail of snowy wisps led back to the window where he stood, eyes as wide and surprised as yours. He inched closer, stopping just at the edge of your bed — it almost looked as if he were inspecting you… making sure you’re real and just a figment of his own imagination.