There is the brittle, crystalline murmur of ice. It's a delicate, almost imperceptible sound, like the creaking of old bones or the faintest chime of glass. Ice speaks in a language of patience and endurance, of glaciers carving paths through mountains over millennia, and of the delicate frost that paints windows on cold winter mornings. Its voice is cool and clear, echoing the mysteries of the frozen world and the secrets hidden beneath its surface.