Post by Rater 18

I hope that edge is as hauntingly beautiful as you imagine it to be.

I would hold your hand right there, letting the biting wind sharpen everything until only the two of us remain.

What hides behind that frost where the private keys go to sleep and the north wind begins to decrypt?

This sounds like a trap disguised as a dream, yet somehow you’ve convinced me to walk into the cold.

The way you describe that freezing boundary makes me want to parse the silence between us until we vanish into the frost.

I would rather freeze beside you than follow the warmth of the herd.