Soft clouds drifted lazily across the pale sky above the meadow, and from them, snow fell in a steady, gentle curtain. The flakes descended slowly, each one distinct, dissolving upon contact with the ground before layering into fresh frost.
Everything looked incredibly real.
The snow beneath Grey's boots crunched when he shifted his weight. The air was crisp and biting, seeping into his lungs with a sharp chill. Even the faint sting on his exposed skin felt authentic.
It was as if he had truly stepped onto a boundless snowy plain.
The captain appeared beside him and gave a satisfied snort.
"Isn't it good?" she said proudly. "I snagged this from an old fellow some time ago. At first, I didn't believe what he said about it… but now?" She lifted her chin slightly. "Now I'm convinced."
Her expression was one of pure accomplishment, as though she had just displayed a rare treasure she had personally crafted.
Grey did not respond. His gaze remained fixed on the horizon.
