The Eye-Grabber

"Llebus kjhushna yoru baode wiol, yaes dror winter." Whispered the slovenly

"In the search, the seas will rise and the mountain would fall. Albeit as the river trees move. I love you, my dearest winter."

The white being withers forth into the deep chasm of bright, clasped with it's chromic look.

"What must you mean? Where-"