The first snow of the season had begun to fall, delicate flakes drifting from the gray sky and vanishing the moment they touched the cobblestone path. A gentle chill lingered in the air, brushing against the skin like a quiet reminder that winter had at last arrived.
Below, the small town nestled in the mountains seemed to exist at its own pace, almost frozen in time. Its narrow streets moved with a slower rhythm than the world beyond, where life flowed softly and without rush.
In these high regions, however, the seasons always came early, and winter had already begun to lay its quiet claim.
....snow has started to fall...
Ash thought as he walked slowly, dressed in a long black coat that reached almost to his knees. A plain hat shielded his head from the light snow that was beginning to fall, while a pair of gloves rested in his hands.
