In the Time of burning cold,
the heat rises where the water froze
The mountains melted down the slopes
The rain heated while lava snowed
The poor laughed and the rich cried
The desert grew wet as the rivers dried
They looked down on the heavens and up to the beast below
Everyone stood still as the sun burned cold.
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Burning Cold
FantasyIn the Time of Burning Cold is about The year that Never was. A full year where everything was opposite. But nobody remembers the full year of chaos. None but one. And these are letters that she wrote on how she felt about it, letters she wrote righ...
