❄️ Endless Ice Age

The ice and snow are about to melt. I once thought they would last forever. The shattering of that belief feels strangely familiar, like how we live now in an age of rising heat, never imagining that the future of this planet could be one of ice— nature remade, with no masters left upon the surface. Yes, humanity’s era has already ended. Surprising? I’m not trying to make a point— just telling it as a story. There are too many mysteries in this world, each carrying its own tale. Perhaps it is like how we once believed this blue planet was our ornament, existing for our age, a dazzling accessory to our brilliance. But when we realized that we ourselves were the ornament, it was already on the eve of our ruin and departure. The scars this planet cannot erase are us— the final result of our existence. You may choose to explain, to criticize or defend, but the outcome remains the same. At some point, the angle of narration shifted— the perspective of viewing shifted— Now, this symbol of eternal ice and snow is about to exist in another form. These crystals, with their own coldness, once blocked and sealed away everything. That is why we met, why we stayed together afterward (though I know there is more to it). And after the thaw, will the world become more radiant? I know it will. No matter what, you are the one who makes my world bright. But have I done the same? I don’t know. What I do know is this: you are the one who makes my world bright. You are the one who makes my world bright. You are. I know you are. No matter what comes next.