Light the way

The night air is sharp, each breath escaping in a swirl of mist. The world around them is silent, save for the distant rustle of wind through frost-laden trees. The waterfall, once a roaring force, now stands frozen in time—icicles cascading down like jagged crystal spires, glowing faintly under the moon’s silver light.

They step closer, their boots crunching over hardened snow. Fingers intertwined, they marvel at the icy monument before them.