ZoHaib Khn

Beneath the Frost: A Winter Ritual

The first hints showed up when everything got quiet. Not just silence after wind died down, yet something heavier - like the whole valley paused mid-breath. Each autumn, once trees dropped their final leaves while water crept slow below ice-coated surface, quiet slipped into Irsen. Old folks claimed earth waited then, tuned in close, hunting one lone phrase.