Beneath a deep indigo sky, two dark forms move across snow-dusted ground, their manes glinting with icy light. The air is crisp, the night still, and the only sound is the whisper of hooves in the frozen quiet.
Beneath a deep indigo sky, two dark forms move across snow-dusted ground, their manes glinting with icy light. The air is crisp, the night still, and the only sound is the whisper of hooves in the frozen quiet.