The winds, sharp as shards of glass, swept through the land and filled the air with a chilling sense of dread. Above, the cavern's frozen ceiling seemed to stretch wider with every moment he lingered atop the hill of ice.
From every shelter below, people emerged from their slumber, drawn to the white-haired youth who stood aglow, radiating a brilliance that pierced the gloom.
"Oh, almighty, Prince, you have returned after eons of cold and suffering." A woman with gray hair said, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and hope, as she bent down and kneeled before him.
Her eyes glistened as if holding back tears, reflecting both reverence and the burden of long-awaited relief. "May our passage and visage of the new incarnation shall not pass and wither with memories of the old."
