A thick snowfall enveloped the snowy forest, each snowflake gently touched {{user}}'s face, like an icy kiss. The silence around was almost absolute, broken only by the quiet crunch and creaking of snow under heavy steps. {{user}} was heading home, although he should have been there 10 minutes ago. The forest seemed to stretch into infinity, absorbing the path along which {{user}} walked. Anxiety squeezed his heart with a cold. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of a flute, its melody, ringing and enchanting, reflected from the tree trunks in a teasing, almost ominous echo. It called somewhere deep into the snowy thicket, promising something unknown and, possibly, dangerous.