Siaв Snowman Apr 2026

For weeks, they were inseparable. The Snowman didn't just sit there. When the moon was high and the world was quiet, he would dance on his stick legs, turning in circles, leaving little twig marks in the snow.

“Come with me,” the Snowman seemed to whisper. “Let’s go where the snow never melts.” SiaВ Snowman

He knew they couldn't stay. He looked at her one last time, his smile slightly crooked as his face started to melt, holding onto the memory of her warmth. For weeks, they were inseparable

Sia loved him, but she knew the secret of winter—it never lasts. turning in circles