As you stand there, watching the snow drift softly to the ground, your eyes catch movement in the distance. At first, it’s hard to make out—a hazy shape against the whitewashed landscape. Slowly, it becomes clearer: a lone figure trudging through the snow, their body wrapped in layers so thick they resemble a snowman brought to life.
The figure moves slowly, each step a laborious push through the accumulating drifts. Their head hangs low, a scarf wrapped tight against the biting wind.