“Cities breathe by their lights and bells—keep the rhythm, and winter never wins.”
“Ships, sleds, or skates—it’s all just traffic if you keep your head and mind the ice.”
“Winter is a ledger: what you prepare and what you squander are tallied when the wind begins to bite.”
He howls not at the moon—but with it.
He’ll give you exactly what you want—your strength, your beauty, your voice. Then he’ll wear it when he leaves you behind.
She made you feel seen… didn’t she? That’s how it starts. That’s how all of them start.
He rides with no herald, no trumpet, no banner. Just ash. And silence. And judgment.
She comes not with an army—but with silence, roses, and a tide of blood. And then you're already hers.
“Light what you trust. Snuff what you don’t.”
“Count the breaths. Tie the ribbon. What is ours, we keep.”
“Wax remembers the heat of a life. I listen to it cool.”
“Chew slow at midnight and let the bad dreams stick to the sugar, not to you.”