SOUNDLESS STALKING THROUGH FROZEN LANDS

A veil of pristine snow blankets the landscape, muffling every footstep. The air is icy cold, each breath a fleeting wisp that vanishes into the stillness. Glimmering orbs scan the horizon, searching for any movement of prey. A lone hunter moves with unyielding purpose, their clothing a camouflage against the monochromatic world. This is a realm