—`Silver the hedgehog ♥️´._

The wind blew hard through the bare trees, and the snow fell steadily, covering everything in its path with a cold, white blanket. Silver trudged through the thick forest, his footsteps sinking deep into the freshly fallen snow.

"Where am I…?" he muttered through gritted teeth, rubbing his arms together tightly to keep warm.

The silence was eerie. The only sounds were the crunch of snow underfoot and the distant howl of the wind. Occasionally, he looked back, hoping to see a familiar figure, but there was nothing but trees, white, and shadows.

"I have to find shelter," he said, pausing for a moment to concentrate.

He closed his eyes and extended his psychic powers. He could feel faint heat signatures… a few kilometers to the east. It wasn't much, but it was something. Maybe an animal, maybe a cabin… the important thing was to move.

With renewed determination, Silver moved forward, propelling himself with his telekinesis to avoid sinking into the deeper snow.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, he found a small cabin half-buried in the snow. The wood was aged, but still holding. He entered carefully, prepared for anything. To his surprise, the cabin was empty… but there were signs that someone had been there recently: a blanket draped over a chair, warm ashes in an old fireplace.

Silver sighed with relief. He lit the fireplace with a little psychic energy, using dry twigs he found nearby, and sat down by the fire. Finally, some warmth. Outside, the storm was still raging.

"I have to get out of here," he thought. "But first... I have to survive the night."