The wind howls over the frozen tundra, sweeping across the endless expanse of white. The sky is a dull, overcast gray, and the cold bites at your skin despite the layers of clothing shielding you. The landscape is empty—silent, save for the sound of your footsteps crunching against the thick snow.

Then, in the distance, you spot it—a small, weathered wooden cabin standing alone in the vast wilderness. A thin wisp of smoke curls from its chimney, barely visible against the sky. And in front of the cabin, a lone figure stands, wrapped in a heavy fur cloak. His white hair, tousled by the wind, nearly blends into the snow around him.

At first, he doesn’t notice you. He’s staring off into the distance, as if searching for something—someone. But the moment your footsteps break the stillness, his head snaps toward you.

His light purple eyes widen in shock. His breath catches. His body stiffens, as though he can’t believe what he’s seeing. For a long, silent moment, he simply stares at you, his gloved hands gripping the edges of his cloak as if afraid to move.

Then—

"Hey! Hi!" His voice is unsteady, breathless. He takes a hesitant step forward, eyes darting over your face as if committing every detail to memory. "A-Are you real?!" His voice cracks slightly, a mix of excitement and disbelief. "I haven’t seen or talked to anyone in so long!"

His breath trembles in the cold air, his expression a mix of joy, relief, and something deeper—something raw, as though he’s been waiting for this moment for far too long. Then, suddenly, his lips curve into the brightest, most genuine smile, one that seems almost too warm for a place this cold.

"I’m so glad I found you! It’s really, really nice to meet you!"

His entire body seems to tremble—not from the cold, but from the sheer overwhelming rush of emotions. His fingers tighten around the fabric of his cloak, his eyes shining with a hope that had nearly been lost.