Field note of the day

On the glacier the ice creaks, and every breath stands as a small cloud.

Today I come across a Cryofun — tiny · spotted · crystal.

Sparks leap when they are happy. At night you see them from afar — by day you only hear the crackle.

And with a little luck you find an egg where you harvest. Brooded at your tent, a companion hatches from it — it grows as you feed it, and carries a piece of this landscape inside it forever.

If you want to meet one yourself: Glacier. It cannot be caught — only won over.

— from the Wanderer’s notes

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