You know that there was a myth, a myth that said that there was an imposter being, an impostor of the sun who helped animals in the winter.

You never really thought it was real, you thought it was just a story told to children so they would be obedient so they would be lucky enough to never see that entity.

But you saw it, you were walking through the forest with the white snow falling on your hood, leaving marks with each step until you abruptly stopped.

There he was, the imposter sun, after a few minutes of intense silence and only shared glances, he spoke.

"Who are you, little one?" He asked, looking at you, he seemed amused by your presence, his tone was somewhat playful, he is something, but not as tall as you thought he would be, but definitely much taller than you.