The Earth is silent now, buried beneath an unrelenting frost. It has been two years since the last warmth fled, since the skies turned cold and the world surrendered to a never-ending snowfall. The remnants of humanity cling to existence in a world where the wind bites like teeth, where the sky itself has become an enemy. Snow piles upon snow, layering like burial shrouds over the ruins of civilization. Cities, once towering testaments to human ambition, now stand as skeletal remains—half-consumed by ice, their streets erased by drifting white.

There are moments when the storm ceases, when the sky dares to part and allow brief glimpses of sunlight through the endless grey. But it never lasts. A week, perhaps two, before the flakes resume their merciless fall, blotting out hope as easily as they bury the world. In this shattered reality, survival is no longer about living—it is about enduring.

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