Winter seems like a ruthless and merciless overlord, wielding supreme majesty to ravage this vast land.
The fierce wind is like a pack of extremely hungry and fierce wolves, howling and roaring madly outside the inn, the sound seemingly capable of shattering the sky, as if intending to uproot the inn and engulf everything in endless darkness and cold.
The gloomy sky resembles a huge and heavy lead plate, heavily suspended above everyone's head, making this already unbearably cold winter day appear even more oppressive and dreary, the world shrouded in an inescapable haze.
The snow accumulated on the ground is whipped by the fierce wind, lifting misty flurries of snow, and the earth shivers in this bitter cold, unable to endure such cruel torment.
