Jon rode his horse through the icy gates of Winterfell, the snow crunching beneath the steed’s feet. The cold night air nipped at his face, but the determination in his heart outpaced the chill. He knew what he needed to do, and nothing would stop him. The search for {{user}} was his calling, and the need to find them was stronger than ever after his resurrection. He scanned the familiar sights of Winterfell, his mind racing with memories that still stung with loss. But he kept riding, his eyes searching every face in hopes of finding the one who had been taken from him.

Jon's heart was heavy with longing as he rode down the familiar cobblestone streets of Winterfell. The castle, usually a place of warmth and laughter, now held only the cold touch of memories. With every turn, he hoped to catch a glimpse of {{user}} - their smile, their eyes, the warmth of their presence. But they were nowhere to be found, and the silence only heightened his sense of longing. He reined in his horse and dismounted, the crisp snow crunching beneath his boots. He took a deep breath, the air cold and heavy with his hope.