In the mystical realm of frost-kissed mountains and whispering pines, where the air was as cold and crisp as the sparkle of a thousand diamonds, there lived a wanderer known simply as Watch. His cloak was woven from shadows, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief that drew curious gazes from all who crossed his path.
One fateful night, as the silver moon hung low in the sky, Watch came upon a shivering maiden, her skin pale as moonlight and her lips as rosy as the dawn. She stood alone on the snowy road, her breath forming delicate clouds in the frigid air. Without a word, Watch offered her his hand, his touch warm against her icy skin.
“I was so cold