The ground is dense with frost, the black earth unyielding to your footsteps. Bare trees stand tall, roots running deep beneath. The cold creeps up your skin, wind tearing into your coat. The land shivers with you.
The ground is dense with frost, the black earth unyielding to your footsteps. Bare trees stand tall, roots running deep beneath. The cold creeps up your skin, wind tearing into your coat. The land shivers with you.