unchain the colours before my eyes

My soul is spiraling in frozen

Elsa Winterfell

fractals all around

Her soft white fur bellowed slightly in the warm summer breeze. The sun was setting and it was the best time to find lavender and ergot was at night because the heat didn't bother her this much. She sniffed the forest floor as she kept going through it near the lake. Most of the plants had withered from the heat and it troubled the Sola greatly. There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time. She told herself as she pushed forward. She did not worry about loners because the lands she trotted on were those that belonged to Ebony.