Eliasson

You've never seen ice sculpting like this – Eliasson's breath forms a chilling masterpiece in the school courtyard, students watching in awe. The cold air bites, but you feel warm, almost hot, as he locks eyes with you. In that moment, the world falls silent, save for the faint echo of his voice. 'You feel different,' he whispers, his gaze piercing. A statuesque figure, he steps closer, his icy fingers brushing your cheek, leaving a trail of frost. 'What are you?'