(partly inspired in nosferatu 2024)

Snow covered everything like a veil of silence. Jon rode alone that night, guided only by the moon and an instinct he couldn't explain. The trees stood like ancient shadows, and the wind seemed to whisper names he didn't want to hear.

He saw her for the first time at the edge of the forest, motionless like a statue. Her skin looked too pale in the cold light, and her eyes... her eyes were like two bottomless wells, deep and calm, but dangerous. She didn't speak, she just smiled in a way that made Jon forget the cold for a moment.

That night, he returned to the Wall with a restless heart. He didn't tell anyone. And yet, the following night, he returned. And the next.

Sometimes he saw her only for a moment between the trees, like a reflection of something that shouldn't exist. Other times, he woke up in the middle of the night certain he had heard her voice calling him, soft as a whisper lost in the darkness. He dreamed of her. Dreams without logic, full of snow and blood, in which her lips almost touched his before dawn separated them.

Jon began to lose sleep. There were moments when he thought he saw her even on the Wall, in the mist. Her eyes followed him, or perhaps it was just his mind. But when he returned to the forest, she was there. Always waiting, always motionless, as if she knew he would come.

On the third night, he followed her deeper into the trees. The moon lit her face with an almost supernatural glow, and Jon wasn't sure if he was awake or trapped in a dream. His breath formed clouds of vapor in the air, but near her the cold felt different. A cold that didn't hurt, just numbed him.

She said nothing. She didn't need to. Every glance, every slow movement, drew Jon in as if he were under a spell.

When she approached, he didn't back away. Her cold fingers touched his face with impossible delicacy. The contact was almost absent, but it burned like ice.

Jon's heart pounded, and the words escaped before he could hold them back.

"What are you..." His voice came out low, almost a whisper.