Samnýtt hljóð

What if the Earth’s temperature keeps dropping… You stand still as the air turns sharp and biting, your breath freezing mid-air while the world begins to fall silent around you. You try to move forward, but the wind pushes against you like a wall—snow swirling violently as if the planet itself is exhaling cold. You notice animals passing by you, not afraid—just desperate—migrating to survive, their instincts louder than the silence of the frozen world. You walk into a city, but it’s empty… cars