evil glaciers

A purple sunset sets the tone for a mystical evening.

Alan walked alone across the tundra. Ice cracked beneath his paws like brittle glass. 

After a dark winter, he was very hungry and busy wondering what lies beyond the frost. He even heard stories from elderly seals who sang subtle melodies to snowflakes.

Mountains of ice glowed like frozen lanterns. He crossed windy fields. Finally, Alan arrived at a cliff of ice overlooking the black ocean.

In the stillness, he felt a warmth from within. Alan continued his journey, not seeking to conquer evil, but to walk with it. Namaste.