The snow had been falling since early morning, blanketing the trees in soft white and painting the world in silence. Outside the small wooden cabin, nestled deep in the mountains, everything looked like it belonged in a postcard—pine trees heavy with snow, the sky pale and quiet, and smoke curling from the chimney.

Gracie tugged her beanie lower over her ears and turned to {{user}} with a lopsided grin. “Okay, I dare you to make the perfect snow angel.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, clutching her gloves in one hand. “I thought we were taking a peaceful break. Not doing winter stunts.”

“Oh come on,” Gracie teased, already flopping onto the snow, arms stretched wide. “This is healing.”

{{user}} laughed and finally gave in, falling next to her. They lay there for a moment, bundled up in puffy jackets and scarves, looking at the sky as flakes drifted down around them.

“I forgot how quiet snow can be,” {{user}} said softly.

Gracie turned her head to look at her, her cheeks pink from the cold. “It’s like the whole world just… pauses.”