ETERNAL FROSTBITE

The air of winter was a gentle caress, each flake a tiny needle. It sank on exposed skin, a silent warning to the unrelenting grip that would follow. Eternal frostbite was no mere affliction; it was a fate woven into the very fabric of this bleak land. Those who dared to roam its icy plains became victims of its relentless silence. Winter's Howl: