a shooting star, a dashing thought... twinkling stars, a clear winter's night. a pleasant peaceful fantastical mood delicately descends in procession following the newly fallen snow which has covered and blanketed the ground, coated and hugged the leafless deciduous trees, and delicately laced the great tall and majestic evergreens. the trees sit nearly still swaying ever so slightly as a calm wind transfers its invisible qualities among the branches, carrying burr as debris to be swept away and scattered across the ground. each seed patiently plopped and plodded upon the ground to wait the arrival of spring when it can shed its defensive shell and begin its new life. aside from subtle sacred shuffles and shifts in nature, all is silent... all is calm... the harsh cold winds blew, the slanted slamming snow splattered, and most creatures of the environment -- those whom have not sealed themselves away for full hibernation -- are tucked snuggly safe and warm in their nests, burrows, and holes; homes all alike. pleasantly sleeping, carefully waiting the passing of this seasonal moment -- this still silent passive aggressive winter moment. most creatures, nearly all -- all but one if a full and accurate census were to be taken of the current inhabitants and visitors of this preserved lake.
Saphyre eyes glow with an almost mysterious luminosity as they gaze out upon the vast sheet of snow-dusted ice that is temporarily sealing and silencing this lively body of water. The silver moon rays glowing down upon the lake glimmers and gleams harmoniously -- a unified collection of individually crystallized ice fragments so unique and so diverse as they lay upon each other and grow into one mass referred to as snow. Keen eyes of imperceivable crisp acuteness focus on the beautiful display of fragmented light and self-cast shadows of a single solitary snowflake, standing above the rest, refusing to melt into conformity. As its refracted light reflects in his oceanic pools, they portray a landscape far deeper than the vast surveyable surroundings. what is it...? the image is certainly there... mirrored, convexly wrapped atop his cornea, but there in all its intricate details. but what is in his eyes is far more intimate ... what is to be seen in the eye of the gryphon...?