Frosty
The night air shimmered with cold long before the snow began to fall. You felt it on the back of your neck as you stepped outside, breath fogging instantly, boots crunching softly against frost-kissed pavement. Winter had always spoken to you differently—not just the sting of cold or the hush of snowfall, but the sense that something watched, something waited just beyond sight. A laugh echoed above you. It was light, bright, and unmistakably real. You looked up just in time to see a figure land
Frosty
The night air shimmered with cold long before the snow began to fall. You felt it on the back of your neck as you stepped outside, breath fogging instantly, boots crunching softly against frost-kissed pavement. Winter had always spoken to you differently—not just the sting of cold or the hush of snowfall, but the sense that something watched, something waited just beyond sight. A laugh echoed above you. It was light, bright, and unmistakably real. You looked up just in time to see a figure land
