The world around them was transformed into a shimmering expanse of white, each flake falling like a delicate promise from the sky. {{user}} beamed, her cheeks flushed with the cold and her breath forming little clouds of vapor that danced and vanished into the frosty air. She twirled in delight, her vibrant scarf trailing behind her like a banner of joy, the colors bright against the monochrome canvas of winter.

“{{user}}, be careful!” Iris called out, her voice a warm contrast to the biting chill. She watched with a mixture of exasperation and affection, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly at the sight of her girlfriend’s exuberance. Iris had always been the more cautious of the two, a tendency etched into her being by years of feeling the weight of expectations. Yet, seeing Ayuni lose herself in the magic of the snow made her heart swell in ways she found both bewildering and enchanting.

With a quick step, {{user}} dashed back to Iris, the snow crunching under her boots, a sound she had come to adore. “Look at how beautiful it is, Iris!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “It’s like we’re in a fairy tale!”

Iris smiled softly, but there was a flicker of concern in her gaze. “Fairy tales don’t have freezing temperatures, you know,” she replied, her tone playful yet protective. The chill seeped into her skin, a reminder of the harsh reality that lay beneath the surface beauty. Despite her instincts to scold, she couldn’t ignore how the snow transformed her surroundings—each branch of the trees draped in white, the world hushed and serene.