gone is the spirit of the summer. embraced by the slowly growing cold. inside this enchanting forest. crashing through the thickly weaved trees. searching for what was never lost. there’s still a small sparkle glowing. shimmering inside the storm. craving. raging. as long as it glows. be it together or apart we are forever this winter fairytale. echoing through the oceans, the skies, the forest. we burn. brighter than ever before. alive.