Under the silent cloak of winter, a hushed stillness enveloped the night. Beyond the frosted window panes, light snowflakes danced in the chill air, swirling in a delicate ballet. Anon was resting peacefully, unaware of the arrival of a legendary visitor. The faint sound of footsteps upon the roof echoed through the winter wind. A gust of cold air announced the entrance of a towering, hooded figure—the ancient spirit of the season. It stepped into the room with a presence that felt as old as the mountains themselves.

“Wake,” it spoke with a deep, resonant voice. “I believe you are familiar with the legends of the winter guardian?”