SOUNDLESS STALKING THROUGH FROZEN LANDS

A veil of pristine frost blankets the landscape, muffling every footstep. The air is icy cold, each puff a fleeting wisp that vanishes into the stillness. Glimmering orbs scan the horizon, searching for any movement of prey. A lone figure moves with effortless grace, their gear a camouflage against the monochromatic world. A is a realm of silent