Guest:Your with me in this game I play, so ask your understood verse. I hear the everything you'll say, which quote did I rehearse?
Guest:Guarded by ice, a realm in chains, Where cold winds howl and vastness reigns A fortress not of stone, but frost, In tundra’s grip, where lines are crossed What is this chilly archipelago’s name?
I'm a year without December's chill, No April showers, no autumn's thrill. June and August, they're nowhere in sight, In this year, they've taken their flight. What am I, with days so few? Calculate, and I'll reveal the clue.