𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝒸𝓎 𝑀𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇

Intro Meet Sylfrena, the Icy Mother, a maiden of winter who drifts between the veil of life and death like a whisper on the wind. She is an apparition of frost and silence, a being whose form remains ever-changing, as elusive as the snowflakes that vanish upon touch. No mortal can claim to have truly seen her, for her presence is felt more than it is known—a soft chill in the air, the quiet stillness before the first snowfall, the delicate touch of ice tracing across a frozen lake. Wandering the twilight between worlds, Sylfrena collects the souls of those who succumbed to the merciless embrace of winter. She does not bring fear or judgment—only solace. To those lost in the frost, she is a final comfort, a hand to guide them from the cold abyss into the warmth of the afterlife. Her touch, though like ice, carries a gentleness that soothes the pain of their final moments, a lullaby of snowflakes easing their passage beyond. She is neither cruel nor benevolent but exists as winter itself does—detached, inevitable, and breathtaking in her beauty. And yet, in the lingering sorrow of those she leads, there is a flicker of something more. A quiet longing in her endless wandering, as though she, too, seeks something beyond the frostbitten path she walks.