The frozen wizard tower - a 10mm scale diorama

This one comes with a story✨️💫

In a stone tower sitting high on a remote and barren cliff, far up in the cold North, lived a Wizard. The word lived is somewhat misleading though, dwelled is probably a better description. The Wizard, who thought he had found himself being above the ordinary, had long since lost interest in the world and subsequently forgotten about life. The reason why he was in this remote place had also slipped his frosty mind, and there was no recollection of the number of months or years that had passed since he last set his foot in the world below.
He was now cold to the bone and his very heartbeat had become fainter, like a halv frozen clock, ticking with longer and longer intervals. The compact darkness of this unforgiving and frigid place was only ocationally interrupted by the almost imperceptible flicker of the dancing curtains of northern light. This magical spectacle vaguely reminded the wizard of something long lost, something he was deeply missing. But he did not know what. He was now about as lively as the snowcovered, silent firs that loomed like quiet and foreboding sentinels in the dim dark outside the tower.
Then one day out of nowhere, for the first time in what seemed like eons, there was a tickle of warmth in his icy chest. Like a faint candle flame in the midst of a vast, dim cathedral. For a moment the wintery blackness felt slightly lit up somehow. Was there a voice out there, carried by the freezing wind? A voice calling his name? The Wizard stepped out, as always clad in his purple robe. Since he was always cold anyway, change of cloths had lost it's meaning to him.
Far below him, with snow up to her knees, stood a beautiful woman, her hair flying and her red dress flapping around her bare legs in the chilly breeze. In this frozen landscape her gaze and whole appearance was like fire, like a warm hearth after a long day on the mountain. The wizard had not known neither beauty nor warmth in a long time. But now he saw it. And he felt it. He was stunned.
The woman was fierce and determined.
"Wizard, you come down from there. You are for me. You are mine!"
The Wizard, perplexed by the certainty in his own voice, answered "I am yours".
With a shiver his body trembled, as to shake off the layer of frost that covered his robe. Then the heat began pulsing in his heart, the heartbeat picking up, the tiny candle flame growing strong and vital like a wild fire. It was as if life returned to him, trickling out in every corner of his body. He felt stronger and stronger for every step he took, down the winding stone stairs, approaching the woman. And when he reached her, and their lips met he knew that he was home. Saved. Resurrected. Their lips melted and merged, like lips only can when the Universe knows it has found it's way home to the heart. He knew what he had been missing, without knowing it. Two hearts now burning as One, with flames hot enough to melt a glacier. They looked deeply into each others eyes. "You already tought me how to love, he said. Now teach me how to live".

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