The Iron Witness
Snow does not ask permission. It arrives and erases — ground, branch, memory — until only the essential remains. The iron pavilion stands unmoved, the sole dark presence in a world that chose white. It has seen this before. It will see it again. Some structures are built not for music, but for permanence.
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