"The world was white and still, and in that stillness, we remembered how to be whole."
TWO WEEKS LATER
The Northern Peaks are not just tall; they are a statement. They do not whisper; they command silence. This was the first thing that hit me, not the cold, but the sheer, overwhelming lack of noise. No Castle guards shifting on patrol, no distant clatter of the kitchen staff, no psychic buzz from a thousand clustered Beta minds processing state affairs. Here, there was only the wind and the high, thin sound of absolute emptiness.
