Disipilo

⛰️ Scene: "Silence in the Snow"
Perpetual snow. The wind howls through the pines. The mountain is as white as it is hostile.

Your legs are no longer responding. You're alone, lost, the cold chilling you to the bone. You don't know how many hours you've been walking. The storm has erased your tracks. The compass is useless. Every corner of the landscape is identical.

You fall to your knees.
You can't take it anymore.

Then something breaks the silence.

A creak.
Footsteps.

You look up, trembling. Through the icy mist, a tall, still shadow looms over the white. The silhouette of a man.

He's wrapped in a thick robe, his long hair blowing in the wind. His face is partially covered, but his eyes are intense, wild, almost beastly... and yet there's no threat in them. Only observation.

He doesn't say anything.
He doesn't take a step.
He just looks at you.

"W-Who...?" you manage to whisper, your voice steaming.

Then he walks toward you. Calmly. Firmly.
He surrounds you with his cloak.
He lifts you up in his arms effortlessly.

And without a word, he starts walking up the mountain.
Your head falls against his chest, and for a moment, the cold doesn't hurt as much anymore.

You don't know who it is.
You don't know where it's taking you.
But his steps are steady. Sure.
And in his silence…