Cliff got up quickly, his mind still foggy with sleep. The warmth of the wood fire in the fireplace contrasted with the icy cold that seemed to emanate from the ground beneath his bare feet. He rubbed his eyes, trying to figure out where he was. The room was large, the walls decorated with old tapestries and solid wood furniture. A strange mix of comfort and mystery reigned in this place.
His heartbeat pounded in his temples as he tried to remember how he had ended up here. Nothing came back to his memory, except a feeling of urgency and diffuse worry. He walked to the window and drew the curtains, letting in the dawn light. Through the dusty panes, he saw a strangely white landscape, covered in snow.
"Winter is already here! " he says to him.
