The soft breeze of the frigid north, the absence of voice, truly a beauty in it's own right. Never have I felt more alive by simply standing in the hours of twilight and letting the silence fall upon my ears like a mute symphony of wonder. In silence I play, in silence I thrive, and in silence I work. It's within silence, that I am at my best. For it's with silence, that I kill the best.

((Done by the great  aspenbear . Thank you so much for the wonderful art!)