Whispers in the frigid wind tell of a guardian spirit, ancient as the snow-capped mountains, watching over the people of its land— a silent sentinel ensuring that the glow of hope perseveres, even in the coldest of winters. This mysterious spirit roams the frost-kissed forests in the shape of a majestic stag. And its presence stands guard at the edge of every flickering hearth, ensuring the warmth of home prevails over the biting chill outside.