As the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the icy expanse, a lone figure stands at the edge of the cliff. The wind bites through layers of worn fabric, but they do not move. Breath curls in the cold air, fading into the vastness beyond.
Snowflakes drift lazily, catching the last light of day as silence blankets the world. The figure's gaze is fixed on the distant lights flickering faintly in the valley below. Waiting—for something. For someone..