Snowqueen Icedragon ((hot)) -

We know the stillness .

The wind does not lie, old serpent. It carries the scent of a thousand dying hearths. You feel it too, don't you? That faint, rotten sweetness of embers. It clings to your scales like a fever.

We who are the question mark at the end of a frozen universe. We who are the deep, quiet answer. snowqueen icedragon

You carry the abyss on your back. Every shard of ice in your spine is a forgotten memory. Not of love—love is a fever dream. But of clarity . When you breathe your frozen breath, you do not kill. You preserve . You stop the rot. You turn the screaming, messy, bleeding world into a cathedral of diamond.

We do not need to burn brighter. We only need to wait. For even stars grow tired. Even suns go dark. And when the last ember sputters and dies, who will rule the echo? We know the stillness

Let them learn that fire only creates shadows.

Let them come.

So coil tighter, my dragon. Let the northern lights fracture across your blind white eyes. The warm ones below are sharpening their swords of forged fire. They think they can melt the throne.