Frost Bone

She willingly stripped away the warmth of divine grace, choosing the eternal clarity of absolute zero.
All records of her fall were encased in ice; only this pale, frosted branch remains suspended in extreme cold as the structural wreckage of her shattered wings.
Stripped of all vitality, it leaves behind only a biting chill and transparent mourning. An orphan abandoned at the edge of the river of time.
It does not yearn for body heat. It seeks a fellow traveler whose soul is equally frigid, capable of maintaining an elegant, oppressive presence amidst a totalitarian frost.