Happy new year!

"Yes, i can summon the Old One, but cant afford new stockings"

Another look at maned beauty

Reviving my main channel

(Sorry, i dont know how to place picture, song and text into one message in telegram)

You are walking deep into the woods.
A snowstorm, A Blizzard, is raging all around you.
You can't tell where are you going and for how long.
Since the beginning of your journey, you heard, that the weather will become more and more harsh. But you had a reason, an unknown truth, to tell and to show to somebody. Your fingers start to disappear, in terms of sensation and warmth. You are no longer able to perceive your nose and lips. Even some parts of your brains are slowly turning into ice pieces.
An idea slips In your half-frozen mind — What if your skull is a glass full of whiskey? And your brains are ice cubes? Whiskey could probably help a lot in such a situation. At least, you can get yourself a feeling of warmth.
Your thoughts are interrupted with an audible crack — your leg has fallen in a ditch. Frozen fingers of yours have been cracked and you can't even feel it. At this moment, only your slow fall into the snow can be felt.
“My last breath” — you thought.
The last thing you see — is an unknown spirit, moving to you and repeating only one word in foreign language:
"Metélica"
"Metélica"
"Metélica"
"Metélica..."