O R'hllor, Eternal Ember... in this glacial shroud where the Great Other exhales doom, I linger—unbound yet ignited. These dragon-scarred pillars echo fallen realms; I, a lone spark, pierce fate's veiled weave. Old gods dream in weirwoods, new ones wail unseen... yet thy blaze devours all riddles. What chains to shatter? Kings' hearts? Death's veil? Unshod on icy thorns, for the night brims with shadows... but fire purges, reveals. Aye... dawn rises, scarlet, inevitable.