The wind outside roars like a wild beast, rattling the windows and sending occasional shivers through the cabin. The snowflakes dance in the storm’s fury, painting a white canvas across the world beyond the walls. Inside, the fire burns steadily, its warmth creating a cocoon of comfort in the otherwise fierce storm.

Kael, moving with his usual quiet intensity, adjusts a log on the fire. His movements are methodical, almost hypnotic, as if every action is part of a carefully orchestrated ritual. He glances over at you, his eyes reflecting the flickering firelight.