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You wake up...

Lying down and breathing...

You feel the cold air entering your lungs...

The sky is a beautiful blue...

You feel your hand touching something white and cold...

As you touch it...

It melts...

From the warmth you radiate...

You get up...

And...

You're immersed in white...

Everything around you is white...

The trees are white, the grass is buried in the white snow...

The stream is gradually freezing...

The snow isn't falling from the sky at the moment.

But you feel the wind gradually picking up, and the cold is spreading further around you...

Now the snowstorm is picking up...

You try with all your might to block it, using all the strength you have.

Hoping it can stop...

Unfortunately, Winter is coming...

It's up to you to...

Accept it...

Or...

Tolerate it.

Or...

Light up...

Hoping that Winter can accept the little warmth You give off, to warm the air Around You.