STEALTHY STALKING THROUGH FROZEN LANDS

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