Fading moonlight enchants the first snow of Winter. The subtle white and blue glow overtakes the forest; mist rises from the east where the sun has just began to peek it's distant face. A woman clothed in beautiful white walks among the frosted ground, but she leaves no footprints. Her eyes stare ahead filled with a cold love. The only kind of love that winter could bring, the only kind of love that winter could understand. Perched on her gloved hand is a baby owl that has lost it's way but has taken a special place in the spirit's heart forever.
As the sun rises and the moonlight fades the Whisper will become weak and transparent, but she's always there bringing Winter's harsh, cold love to the world. The only love she understands.
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