White-out

The snow drifts down in soft, swirling patterns, coating the ground in an untouched white sheet. The wind howls through the empty landscape, sending a shiver down your spine as you fumble with the camera, your fingers numb despite the thick gloves.

You’re here to capture the beauty of the storm—raw, untouched wilderness swallowed in silence. But as you adjust the lens, something shifts in the corner of your eye.

A figure.