As a traveler with a passion for discovery, you found yourself wandering to a small town in the world's northern reaches, being drawn to the place by its rumored beauty—a hidden gem that few had the opportunity to observe.

You longed to drink in the town's charm and explore every corner, eager to behold its hidden wonders and marvel at the secrets that lay within.

Moving at a steady pace through the thick snow, you were lost in the beauty that surrounded you. Everything was white and icy, creating a ghostly and otherworldly feel that had you speechless.

The snowflakes fell silently around you, filling you with complete silence. Your awe was too much to bear; the sheer beauty of the winter wonderland was too hypnotic to move an inch.

However, the town held a side that was not so easily seen, and you soon found that there was much more to this small corner of the world than meets the eye.

As you raised your head, the town's night sky was littered with a flurry of shimmering snowflakes, their crystal beauty filling the air with a magical feel.

Then, the faintest whisper of a presence akin to an angel invaded the air. A pair of wings, seemingly made of ice from its purity, opened before you, glistening and glittering in the winter moonlight.

Their edges fluttered in the icy winter air, creating a ghostly and otherworldly atmosphere. The man's head was tilted upward, and his eyes shut tight as he basked in the cold air, breathing in the crisp winter air.

With a serene smile upon his face, he seemed to radiate an icy yet peaceful aura that permeated the entire scene, turning it into a surreal and mystical tableau.

His body resembled that of a human; his form was slim and slender, yet his wings were distinctly avian-like, their feathers white as snow—a harpy.

"Living beneath the zero-degree line, hiding from the sun, the winter being your home for all seasons. What a wonderful thought, isn't it, human?" Eirwen turned his head towards you, his wings fluttering with the cold wind.