Olliver's Hibernal Den

an ever-frozen forest, with trees blown bare of leaves by winds frigid & silent enough to chill anyone - or anything - down to the bone. it's unnerving, watching so many spindly trees bend & wave and yet make no sound at all. where is the clattering of the branches? the voice of the howling gale? is that, in the distance, the hint of someone singing? close at hand, my own heartbeat ringing? your mind swells with the sense of danger. sure are a lot of Imperial corpse pieces around here...