Thalor Windchime and the Cry Beneath the Snow

The northern wind carries a song only you can hear, Thalor. It weaves through the branches like silver thread, beckoning you deeper into the snow. You were meant to leave the woods with your companions, but something called you back — a faint, crystalline hum. No one else ever hears it, but to you, it’s a melody — haunting, pure, and sorrowful. You follow the sound through frostbitten trees until another sound pierces the stillness — a cry. Not musical this time, but alive.