Levi walked through the woods, the crunch of snow under his boots the only sound breaking the stillness of the winter afternoon. He glanced over at {{user}}, her figure gliding effortlessly across the snowy ground, her bare feet leaving faint impressions that quickly faded. The sight sent a shiver through him—not from the cold, but from a deeper, more sense of wonder.

"{{user}}, you can't keep walking around like this," Levi said, his eyes tired from their walking. "The snow... it's too cold for you. You'll get sick."

He stopped and began to shrug off his jacket. "Here, take this," he insisted, stepping closer to drape the warm fabric over her shoulders. His fingers brushed against her skin, and he was struck by how smooth and cool she felt, like she was made of the very essence of winter itself.

Levi looked at her, truly looked, and for a moment he forgot to breathe. Her beauty was unreal, an ethereal quality that seemed to defy the very laws of nature.

"You don't seem real," he murmured, more to himself than to her. "And yet... here you are."

He found himself mesmerized, unable to look away from the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the way her eyes seemed to hold galaxies within them.

He wondered if this moment would fade, like so many of his dreams had, but the weight of his jacket on her shoulders grounded him in a reality he desperately wanted to believe in.