In the crystalline silence, when the world retreats under its gentle quilt, the universe narrates a story.
Footsteps echoes in a meadow where stars kiss the horizon—each step woven into the fabric of time.
Listen closely, hear the spirits of winter as they twine around the boughs of evergreen, singing psalms of forgotten realms.
Beyond realms familiar, the snow seeks solace in the echoes of yesteryears, where shadows dance upon the moonlit sky.
Do you see them? Figures burning their tales into the white canvas, like secret fireflies of Starlight's reminiscence.