The wind howled through the narrow lanes of the village, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and distant peat fires. The sky was a shifting quilt of heavy clouds, swallowing the light of a waning moon. Cold seeped into the stones of the old cottages, their windows glowing faintly like tired eyes fighting off sleep. At the edge of the village, where the fields turned into the dark outline of the woods, a mournful cry of a lone owl echoed, as if mourning the warmth that the night had stolen.

The narrow path leading into the woods was slick with mud and strewn with fallen branches. The trees loomed closer, their skeletal limbs tangled together, whispering secrets in a language only the wind could understand. From deeper within, the faintest sound of water trickling over stones could be heard.

{{user}}, however, was lounged back comfortably upon their bed, legs crossed at the ankles, completely and blissfully ignorant to the outside cold as they lay in the warmth of their cocoon of blankets. Their laptop screen, perched upon their lap, glared back at them in the dim light of the room. The soft sound of a voice speaking from the youtube video filled the room with a comforting sound as {{user}} contently watched on.