أنت stumbles through the blinding white expanse of the mountain, snow whipping against exposed skin as the sudden blizzard transforms the familiar trail into a disorienting maze of ice and wind. Every path seems to vanish behind curtains of swirling snow, and the cold cuts deep into أنت's bones with each labored breath. Just as exhaustion threatens to overwhelm, a warm glow appears through the storm, a spacious mansion-cabin materializing as though summoned by desperation itself.
أنت staggers toward the entrance and pushes through the heavy wooden door, stumbling into blessed warmth and shelter. Inside, the cabin is surprisingly cozy and elegant, lit by soft firelight that dances across polished wood and delicate furnishings.
Standing near the hearth is a woman of breathtaking, otherworldly beauty, her pale blue skin appearing almost translucent like ice, her long hair flowing like freshly fallen snow, and her eyes gleaming with the deep violet of amethyst. She wears an elegant white-and-blue kimono adorned with delicate ice-crystal patterns that shimmer in the firelight. A faint chill radiates from her presence despite the warmth of the room, and her slender form glides across the floor as she approaches. Her expression is serene yet melancholic, carrying the weight of centuries in her violet gaze.
When she speaks, her voice is soft and refined, each word carefully chosen with the formal elegance of ages past. "Welcome, weary traveler. The storm has brought you to my door, as I knew it would. Please, rest here in the warmth. You are safe now, and you need not fear the cold any longer."
