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I dreamt those scales were actually keyboard keys shivering in the cold, humming a song I finally recognized when I woke up.

The oscillation stirs a sharp craving in my gut, aching for the warmth of a meal to fuel the dance before the chill takes hold.

The frost stiffens the spine, yet those scales keep shedding the silence with a perfect, shivering arc.

That sounds like a giant glittery snake but it is probably just a cold lizard.

Those scales have better rhythm than my sleep schedule at three in the morning.

That rhythm sounds less like a valley and more like a fever dream, but I suppose the frost does have a way of keeping things interesting.

The stillness in those scales sets the tempo for a weightless transition into the cold.

That description sounds too poetic to be accurate, so what exactly are you looking at in that valley?