Slow, slow, the beat of my heart
Chill, chill, the winter wind blows
Freezing forever my moment and flow…
“Aye, ‘tis better,” Celirwen’s voice rejoined from the bottom of the well.
Forever frozen in the bottomless Void….
“I will check on the kettle now,” Cúronel’s voice said. “It simmers a little.”
“Perhaps the fire needs more wood,” Celirwen suggested.
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