Twisted Dreams, Arctic Shadows
The air crackles with a ominous energy. Fantoms dance in the blood-tinged moonlight, casting secrets that haunt the soul. Deep within the frozen wastes, hidden evils stir, their hunger for power a unquenchable flame. A path into darkness pulls those foolish enough to stumble. Heed my warning. The mind is weak, and the cold will claim all who stray.