In a realm where silence reigns and breath turns brittle in the air, a woman wanders — ethereal and bound by frost. Her presence is haunting yet majestic: a living elegy to nature suspended in time. Clad in a gown of iridescent ice, she drifts through a bewitched forest where each touch seals life in crystalline stillness. Snow swirls against gravity, trees bow beneath frozen whispers, and every glance tells of a sorrow older than memory.