I am frost... I am stillness...

The death-sleep of a world holding its breath

They flee from my touch

("But without ending there is no beginning")

White silence wraps around me like a crown

These crystalline powers—my burden, my gift

I've wandered cold lands where shadows drift

Not evil, just necessary...

Just alone

I've seen fear in their eyes when they look my way

As if winter wasn't just another season

As if death wasn't just another reason

To make room for what follows

What always follows

Then I found a valley where spring refused to die

Where warmth reached out and touched my frozen hands

Where a fox with blood-red eyes learned to play

And I... found myself... questioning

What if the cold I bring

Isn't the end of things?

What if my winter makes room for your spring?

What if we're not opposed but the same flowing stream?

What if... what if... what if I belong?

What if I belong?

An old woman with earth-eyes saw through my frost

Her garden of forever-bloom defied my law

But she didn't push me out—she saw

Something in me worth keeping

Worth teaching

"Your killing cold is kind in its own way"

"Clearing dead growth so new life finds its day"

In her wisdom I found a truth long buried in snow

That destruction can be love—the slowest form of growth

Now I stand at the threshold where seasons collide

Where children reach for claws that once brought only fright

Where a fox with blood-red eyes basks in light

And I... feel myself... awakening

What if the cold I bring

Isn't the end of things?

What if my winter makes room for your spring?

What if we're not opposed but the same flowing dream?

What if... what if... what if I belong?

What if I belong?

Balance requires both—

The sleep and the waking

The death and the making

The bleak and the bloom

I am NOT just a curse

I am NOT just a tomb

I am part of the whole

I am half of the truth!

Sometimes even winter needs to remember

Why spring matters...

Sometimes even endings need to witness

New beginnings...

Sometimes even I need to feel

Warm again

I am frost... but also renewal

I am stillness... but brimming with motion

They still fear my touch—

But I know now what I bring

Is not the opposite of spring

It's just another way to sing

About the same damn thing

Without ending... no beginning

Without silence... no song

Without winter... no spring