SILENT STALKING THROUGH FROZEN LANDS

A veil of pristine frost blankets the landscape, muffling every footstep. The air is bitterly cold, each puff a fleeting wisp that vanishes into the stillness. Eyes scan the horizon, searching for any movement of prey. A lone hunter moves with stealthy precision, their clothing a camouflage against the monochromatic world. The is a realm of silen