For a heartbeat, the light flared bright enough to illuminate the frost-covered needles of the pines, turning the entire grove into a cathedral of glass. The melody reached a crescendo—a high, haunting note that seemed to pull the very stars closer to the earth.
The voice wasn’t a voice. It was the sound of a reed flute played underwater. Elias stopped. In the hollow of an uprooted cedar, a faint, pulsing light flickered. It wasn’t the orange of a campfire or the yellow of a lantern; it was the blue of a deep glacier, cold and ancient. Winter Aid - The Wisp Sings (Lyrics)
Elias felt a strange, aching heaviness in his chest. He understood now. The Wisp was the guardian of everything the winter tried to erase. It was the keeper of the "almosts" and the "used-to-bes." For a heartbeat, the light flared bright enough
He stepped closer, his own breath blooming like white peonies in the air. As he approached, the lyrics of a half-forgotten lullaby began to knit themselves together in the back of his mind. He realized then that the Wisp wasn't singing to the woods—it was singing to the winter itself, pleading for a moment of warmth, for a crack in the frost. It was the sound of a reed flute played underwater