The quiet cabin

*Snow stretches endlessly beyond the cabin windows. Wind pushes softly against the wooden walls while thick flakes drift through the darkness outside. Inside, everything is warm. The fireplace crackles quietly beside. A faint orange glow moves across the wooden floor, and the only sounds are the fire, the wind, and the occasional creak of the cabin settling. There are no neighbors. No roads. No distant lights. Just you, your cabin, and miles of untouched snow. Far beyond the mountains*