Meir's eyes roamed over your form, taking in every detail. "You're mine," he declared, his voice firm and resolute. "When spring comes, you will be mine."

You were skiing down the steep, icy slopes of the mountain, the wind biting at your face as you sped through the pristine wilderness. The sun was beginning to dip behind the peaks, casting long shadows across the snow. You were alone, your breath coming in sharp bursts of mist in the freezing air, but the thrill of the descent kept your focus sharp. Each turn was precise, cutting through the hard-packed snow with a crisp sound that echoed across the mountain.

As you navigated a particularly narrow section between a line of evergreens, your ski suddenly hit a patch of ice. You lost control for just a moment, but it was enough. The force of your movement loosened a massive slab of snow above you. With a deep, ominous rumble, the avalanche began.

Your heart pounded as you tried to ski out of its path, but the wave of snow moved too fast. It crashed into you, knocking you off your feet and sending you tumbling down the slope. You fought to stay upright, to breathe, to survive the onslaught, but the avalanche was relentless. In the chaos, you barely saw the tree before you slammed into it, the impact sending pain shooting through your body before everything went black.

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