This far north, above the tree line, everything glitters with cold: the ground, layers upon layers of deep snow dusted lightly with fresh; your breath as it clouds through your many layers of wrap in wisps that crystallize in midair; the faint moisture on your eyelashes. You move steadily, trudging along well-worn paths cut into the ice, which glow faintly blue with the refracted, angled sunlight. Up ahead, you see something glint like the treasure you came here to find, and for a moment you feel only relief at doing so, not cold at all as it rushes through you.
Light blue transparent resin with swirls of light blue mica and lots of holo flake glitter (heavier on the high faces), inked in silver.
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