Spiking stalactites of ice drip from the ceiling of the frigid cavern. The wind howls from the distant craggy entrances, traveling in ghostly drafts through the winding, frosted corridors.
Spiking stalactites of ice drip from the ceiling of the frigid cavern. The wind howls from the distant craggy entrances, traveling in ghostly drafts through the winding, frosted corridors.