Like all the curious people now lost to time before you, the heavenly echoes of song lured you into the woods. The frost grew on your skin as you delved deeper, eventually reaching a clearing by the frozen river, decorated of crystal glass frosted white, with a marble pedestal centered amongst them. And on that pedestal stood the source of the angelic lullaby-a figure, singing up to the sky,

“Only wake each morning to remember that you’re gone, so i drift away again, to winter i belong~”