A frozen castle stood in silence.
Deep within its icy walls, at the very top of the highest tower, there was a room untouched by time. Its windows stood open to the night, letting in the cold wind that drifted softly through the stillness.
Beyond the tower, the sky stretched endlessly.
The stars shone brighter than anything below, scattered across the dark like countless silver lights, and the moon hung so close it felt as though it could be reached with an outstretched hand.
A strand of silver hair moved gently in the breeze.
By the tower window stood a woman, tall and still, her pale figure almost blending into the frost around her.
Her face held no visible emotion as she gazed into the night, yet in her eyes there was the faintest trace of something softer—something buried so deeply it was almost invisible.
"The stars are as beautiful as ever…"
Her voice was quiet, almost distant, like she was speaking more to the sky than to anyone else.
Behind her stood another girl.
