Winter Serenity in Liora's Valley

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Winter in Liora's Valley
The world had held its breath.
Every branch wore a robe of light,
woven from frost and silence.
The small house stood as if painted,
with plumes of smoke rising into the pale sky.
No footsteps in the snow –
only traces of birds and dreams.
The river still flowed,
quietly and deeply,
like a story that can only be told in whispers.
Ice hung from the well like threads of glass,
and the lantern glowed not against the darkness,
but for what one wanted to keep inside.
In winter, so they say in Liora,
time speaks with snow –
and whoever listens hears their heart beating.