Abyssence

Beneath the canopy of ageless trees, Winter's breath sings ancient decrees. Glacial rivers cleave the stones. Their haunting whispers chill my bones. chill to my bones... Snow-crowned peaks, guardians old, Their silent watch majestic and cold. Through shadowed vales, a phantom wind Echoes where the fates have sinned. Icicles hang like spectral chains, Binding me to these desolate plains. In their crystalline depths, I see reflections of infinity.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026