Snowqueen Icedragon Info

So coil tighter, my dragon. Let the northern lights fracture across your blind white eyes. The warm ones below are sharpening their swords of forged fire. They think they can melt the throne.

They think we are the enemy. The warm ones. They pray to their sun gods and stoke their bonfires, believing that light is good and cold is a slow death. Fools. Heat is chaos. It is frantic, desperate movement. It makes blood boil and nations crumble into war. Heat is the lie that change means growth. snowqueen icedragon

But you and I, we know the truth at the bottom of the universe. So coil tighter, my dragon