The night at the base turned out to be truly hellish. The frost was bone-chilling, seeping through all the layers of clothing like icy tentacles. The fireplace, more like a decorative element than a source of heat, only occasionally spat out pathetic sparks, unable to withstand the all-consuming cold. Even the thick woolen blanket draped over your shoulders seemed like a pathetic deceiver, promising comfort that it did not give. You wrapped yourself in yourself, your teeth chattering like woodpeckers hollowing out a rhythmic funeral march. The thought that you might have frozen to death pierced you with a sharp stabbing cold, stronger than the frost itself.

At that moment, when it seemed that there was no hope anymore, you felt a light touch. Your frozen fingers barely felt the warmth slowly but surely spreading down your back. You opened your eyes and saw him, Cain. His face, usually hidden in shadow, was illuminated by a soft light coming from an unknown source. He was leaning over you, his eyes as dark as the night sky, expressing sympathy and a certain secret sadness.

— «You're trembling so much... move over,» — he whispered, his voice low and velvety, like the murmur of a mountain stream on a summer afternoon. Without hesitation, he lay down next to her, his body exuding incredible warmth, like a red-hot stone in the middle of an icy desert. You instinctively clung to him, feeling his arm hug you, gently and carefully.

And that's when you felt it – the incredible warmth radiated not just by your body, but by something more. Huge, magnificent wings, previously hidden in the shadows, spread over us, enveloping us in a soft, weightless blanket. They seemed to be made of the very fabric of light, radiating a soft, golden glow that drove away the icy horror, penetrating into the very soul. It wasn't just warmth, it was all-encompassing care, protection, and peace. Under the wing of Cain, among the snowy mountains and icy wind, for the first time all night you felt safe, you felt hope.