FRESH Cocktail

On my journey to the magnetic north pole, snowflakes made of cotton candy caress my wings as I fly over it illuminated by the midnight sun. A path hidden in the snow leads me to meet enigmatic polar bears, penguins that show themselves as chess pieces on a labyrinth of aurora borealis and rivers of frozen honey that draw currents of passion as if they were veins running through the body of an empty planet. My unexpected romance with a polar bear is the final destination of this dream that, like a melancholic journey through an infinite polar circle, begins and ends again and again, never letting me open my eyes,