The morning sun had barely crept over the horizon, casting a pale light across the frost-covered cabin. The winter air bit gently at their faces, making the bare branches sway as though shivering. The lake nearby lay almost still, a faint mist rising from its surface as if the water itself were breathing.

Wrapped in a heavy coat, her hands buried deep in her pockets, Celina walked slowly down the path to the shore. Thor followed in silence, keeping a respectful distance, letting the moment hold