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A silent blizzard blankets the forest, each snowflake falling like a frozen whisper as a feral pack of wolves emerges from the white void—mangy fur, eyes burning with hollow yellow light. Their breath curls into the air like spectral fingers as they circle, paws sinking soundlessly into deepening drifts. At the center, a rabbit trembles, its sides heaving, ears flattened against its back as snow piles on its twitching nose. The wolves’ movements are a grotesque ballet: one snaps its jaws just shy of the rabbit’s tail, another licks icicles from its fangs. The trees lean inward, branches creaking like old bones, as the storm swallows the last traces of the rabbit’s tiny, panicked tracks. *(Style: A fusion of* *The Grey’s* primal dread and* *The Snowman’s* eerie stillness, rendered in graphite and frost. Palette: pale blues, hunger-starved grays, and the blinding white of a world that has already decided.)*
In a hauntingly silent forest, a blizzard weaves a white shroud, revealing a feral pack of wolves with hollow yellow eyes. Their breath forms ghostly wisps as they encircle a trembling rabbit, its fear palpable. The wolves' movements create a grim dance, while the trees loom like ancient sentinels, lost in the storm's embrace, erasing all signs of the rabbit's desperate escape.
