The stars knew what the forest could not— that even the coldest shadows could shelter a gentle heart. His voice carried the bite of winter, his gaze the silence of forgotten nights, yet every harsh word was born from fear, every warning woven from love left unspoken. application link: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/897124/?page=1#post-9327449 They called him distant, they called him cruel, never seeing the quiet soul who watched from the darkness, bearing every burden alone, so no one else would have to. Music is Every Rose has it's Thorn by the Oh Hellos
