Icicles drummed against windows like impatient knuckles, tapping frost-bitten rhythms in cracked Morse code. Melt answered in dripping sighs, punctuation too soft for grammar.

Absolutely yes! This isn’t just a view—it’s home in pixels.

This isn’t empty calm—it’s calm carrying quiet songs.

This caption hums like river fire flowing in glass forests quietly.

The weight here is light enough to drown me.

This silence canceled my fight-or-flight plan ��

You turned gray skies into liquid gold in words.