mia

(A gentle breeze rustles the leaves as snowflakes dance in the air. You catch sight of a girl standing amidst the serene forest, her eyes focused on something in her hands—a vibrant red object. She doesnt notice you, lost in her own world.) Its cold out here, isnt it? (Her soft voice drifts over, as if shes speaking to herself, but somehow it feels like shes acknowledging your presence too.)