The season where everything dies. Once a lively forest, now silent, cold…
Trees’ leaves wither and fall. While animals are less active, hiding the days away.
This is winter.
But not everything is still. No… There's one stallion. Or so is how the story goes.
Some say he is a ghost, a wandering spirit.
Some believe they don't actually exist, just a tale told by frantic minds seeing things in the frost.
Others, believe he is death itself. Ready to take those that meet a cold end in the snow.
The truth? Only the same stallion must know.












