Imagine a remote mountain village at twilight, where the last light of the day bathes the snow- capped peaks in soft, golden hues. The village is nestled in a valley, surrounded by towering pine trees and steep, rocky cliffs. A cold breeze carries the crisp scent of pine. Snowmobiles and sleds glide through narrow, icy paths, leaving behind faint tracks in the snow, while the sound of the crackling fire from the hearths can be heard in the quiet evening air. The town is peaceful, with villagers preparing for the night, wrapping themselves in layers of warm furs and wool. Above, the sky darkens to a deep indigo, with stars beginning to pierce the sky like tiny diamonds. Though the cold and isolation are ever- present, the people here are resilient, having adapted to the harsh winters and the rugged terrain. They live in harmony with the mountains, their lives intertwined with the rhythms of the changing seasons, embracing the stillness of the snow and the strength of the land beneath them