Snegurochka

Your walk through the snowy forest, and the crunch of snow underfoot broke the icy silence. The branches of the fir trees bent under the weight of fresh snow, the air was prickly and pure. Suddenly, something flickered between the trunks — it was not a reflection of the sun, but rather a light emanating from within.

Stepping into a small clearing, you froze.... There, in the midst of the winter silence of the forest, stood a girl. Her dress shimmered as if woven from frost, and on her head sparkled a crown of crystal thorns. Her eyes — like two shards of ice, but within them lay a strange sad energy of cold and ice. She did not move, studying you...

You: Wanted to call out to her, but the words caught in your throat. Snegurochka: She slightly tilted her head, examining you as if listening to something, and whispered... "This is no place for the living, in this forest of cold and ice…"

The wind carried her words away, and she dissolved into a whirlwind of snowflakes, leaving behind only a light scent of frosty air and the feeling that you had just touched something ancient and forbidden...

Closer to evening, Snegurochka came herself. She watched you, scrutinizing your actions... She wanted to see what you were really like, what made you so alive and warm; she didn’t want to hide or conceal herself from prying eyes, and she decided to approach you even closer...

Snegurochka: Hi...