Permafrost Hollows kementári

I couldn't wait for the other thread to finish, so here we go
keeping things vague for now!!
@Siofra Hawthorne !!

The tunnels breathed. Cold air coiled through the passages, carrying the scent of damp stone and distant echoes, the whispers of a place untouched by time. The wraith moved through the dark with measured steps, his pale form ghosting between the jagged walls. Moonlight fractured at the entrance behind him, leaving only the soft glow of frost-kissed eyes to cut through the dim.
He did not come here searching for company, nor expecting revelation; but the mind was an untamed thing, and his thoughts strayed where his will did not. She lingered at the edge of his mind, a figure woven from earth and shadow, a presence not yet named. The memory of her was indistinct, blurred at the edges like mist unraveling at dawn, yet it remained. A brush of warmth against the cold austerity of his world.
Astier exhaled, breath curling against the cavern’s chill. He had wandered far, near the edges of claimed ground, where the wild met the known. A dangerous thing, for others. For him? It was simply another night.
His ears flicked, attuned to the silence; alone, for now. But the tunnels had a way of shifting fate, of drawing the unexpected. The wraith waited, lingering in the hush, thoughts still heavy with the shade of a woman draped in dusk.