Melting Snow Beneath the frozen shackles lies what seems an eternity, Uneroded by the erosion of time, Unmelted by the turning of seasons. Only when radiance transforms into an inner pulse, And flowing fullness permeates the veins of ice, Like an infinite tide, Shall...

     

       

Waking up behind bars, I open my eyes to see walls of confinement and a heart in chaotic throes. The sky is an absurd shade of brown—ah, it turns out I am the warden myself.  

 

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