Today, I, 𝗟𝗲𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴, walk beneath the first frost—where every breath hums against the cold, and the silence feels heavier here. I've wandered through the hush of winter long enough to know: even in stillness, warmth always finds its way back.