She sits in the tall grass, still as stone, her gaze fixed on the shifting mirage ahead. The evening light catches the frost in her eyes- calm, alert, almost knowing. Then, through the haze, he appears: her father, the phantom whose presence commands the wild without a sound.
For a heartbeat, the world narrows to the space between them, legacy meeting its reflection. She does not move, yet something ancient passes in the silence: respect, recognition, and the unspoken bond that threads through blood and instinct. As the sun dips low, Ice Blue remains - the heir of shadow and light, watching the wild return to itself.
She sits in the tall grass, still as stone, her gaze fixed on the shifting mirage ahead. The evening light catches the frost in her eyes- calm, alert, almost knowing. Then, through the haze, he appears: her father, the phantom whose presence commands the wild without a sound.
For a heartbeat, the world narrows to the space between them, legacy meeting its reflection. She does not move, yet something ancient passes in the silence: respect, recognition, and the unspoken bond that threads through blood and instinct. As the sun dips low, Ice Blue remains - the heir of shadow and light, watching the wild return to itself.
