midnight eve of a new year ! be exited my friends!
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Atlanta
The ice sings tonight... perfect for our dance.
eli
Another year passes without warmth. Shall we begin? new years eve is now to celebrate the passing year
penny
Time is merely a construct, yet we mark it still.
Atlanta
We dance because we must. Because we cannot feel.
eli
Our elegance mocks what we've lost. Yet the moon demands tribute.
penny
Perhaps in our emptiness, we are most honest.
Atlanta
Sometimes I almost remember... what joy felt like.
eli
Memory is crueler than death. Better to feel nothing.
penny
We are ghosts of what we might have been.
Atlanta
Perhaps... together... we might remember warmth.
eli
Three ice maidens seeking fire? The moon laughs at us.
penny
Or perhaps we've been the warmth all along.
Atlanta
The ice... it's claiming us. We're becoming what we dance upon!
eli
Too late, sister. I can no longer feel my hands... or remember why I cared.
penny
How fitting. We sought to remember feeling... and found only the cold's embrace.