The crisp winter air painted the landscape in a serene hue, as snowflakes pirouetted gracefully from the heavens, delicately blanketing the world in a pristine layer of white.
Trees stood as stoic guardians adorned in icy attire, their branches laden with glistening snow, while the ground sparkled like a field of diamonds under the soft, ethereal glow of the pale sun.
As he took a deep breath, a trailing mist emerged from his mouth mixing with the wintery fog.
"The winter is finally here." Parth spoke in a yearning voice that was quite soothing to the ears.
But his next words shook them.
"Damn it, I can't enjoy my peaceful time by laying back on the branches anymore. My sleeping spot was destroyed by snow."
"You are still thinking about a peaceful time when someone just massacred half of the Professor's squad."
