-a stranger sets their pack down by the silver, glittering fire-

I see the flame of stories still burn here in the silver dye section. Seems like it’s been a long, long time since these flames almost died. Although, we never die, do we? No. We’re strong people. We’re storytellers, dreamers, and believers.

-the figure chuckles, removing their hood-

I’m Frost. New here, but old in a different way. I write and tell my tales in a way that may be unusual compared to your guys’ style, but hey. All of us weave our own stories in a different and beautiful way. I ask only to be welcomed to this community so I can finally retire from the other.

I hope you’ll accept a wanderer into your midst.

-Frost.