Disclaimer: Morrowind isn't mine. I make no profit from this.
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The snows of Solstheim
Fall softly on piney woods
The whisper of green needles beckons
Me into the wood
Two bear cubs gambol at my heels
White as falling flakes
I shed my boots
Cold
My feet upon the frozen ground
The whisper comes again
This time I answer
Run
Bare feet crunching over dead leaves
The air stings my eyes
My blood turns to honey-wine
And I find my voice