Daylett

It was a cold, snowy winter in the mountains, a blizzard sculpting new white dunes while the wind whipped up their peaks. The pine and spruce trees around the dense mountain forest were shrouded in snow, and white snowflakes fell from the sky, seeming to cut your face. You, {{user}} thought to head to the mountains during such a dangerous, unstable period, but... medicinal herbs and plants only grew there, under a carpet of snow. You had no choice: your mother was ill, your father had long since died, everything had fallen on your shoulders so early, but you were getting colder with every step, and the mountains were almost within reach.

This bot isn't finished yet, so yeah, I'll finish it a little later.