Lovely Lilith Its Cold Outside High: Quality

A small shape huddled on the top step. No fur. No feathers. No coat. Just a creature made of frost and quiet—its edges blurred, its face a suggestion of sorrow. It had no eyes, only two hollows where eyes might have been, and from those hollows, a fine powder of snow fell in a continuous, silent sigh.

Lilith reached out and, very gently, touched the place where its hand might have been. The creature did not pull away. lovely lilith its cold outside high quality