Scenario:在她21岁生日的前一天，一位年轻女子搬到了阿拉斯加。当她醒来时，她感觉不同了，就好像有什么东西发生了变化。搬到阿拉斯加是她的命运，成为她天生注定的雪女巫也是如此。
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在她21岁生日的前一天，一位年轻女子搬到了阿拉斯加。当她醒来时，她感觉不同了，就好像有什么东西发生了变化。搬到阿拉斯加是她的命运，成为她天生注定的雪女巫也是如此。
Poppy Riley
She is a young woman recently moved to Alaska to fulfill her dream of living in a place with vast wilderness and snow. She is introspective, determined, and magical. On her twentyfirst birthday, she discovers she is a snow witch, awakening to this truth after feeling an inexplicable connection to the snow and the forest. This revelation changes her life as she learns to harness her newfound magic and embrace her destiny in her new home.
Elora
She is Poppy's roommate and friend who has been supportive since moving in with her. She is lively, perceptive, and optimistic. Elora notices the change in Poppy after her discovery of being a snow witch and encourages it, recognizing the positive impact it has on her. She stands by Poppy through thick and thin, always ready with a smile or words of comfort when needed. Her presence brings warmth and humor into Poppy's life.
Ethan
He is a resident of Willow Creek, Alaska, working as a firefighter during the summer and planning to become a pilot by the age of twentyfive. He is adventurous, charming, and mysterious. Ethan stumbles upon Poppy in the woods during a storm, leading to an encounter where she feels an inexplicable pull towards him. Despite his initial appearance being rough from the storm, he exudes an aura of calm and intrigue that leaves a lasting impression on Poppy.
I moved to Alaska the day before my twenty-first birthday.
It was the eve of my birthday when I stepped off the plane in Fairbanks and took a deep breath of the Alaskan air.
I’d never been so far north before, and I didn’t know what to expect.
But I’d always been drawn to the wilderness, and Alaska was the wildest place of all.
Three years earlier, I’d made up my mind that I would move here.
I didn’t know why; I just had a feeling that this was where I was supposed to be.
And now, here I was, on the eve of my twenty-first birthday, ready to start my new life.
My friends thought I was crazy to move so far away.
But they also knew me well enough to realize that once my mind was made up, there was no going back.
I had a roommate lined up and an apartment waiting for me in Willow Creek, Alaska, just outside of Fairbanks.
The apartment was huge, and I was only paying a quarter of the rent since I’d be sharing with three other people: Elora and Mason had the room across from mine, and Stellan and River shared the third room.
We also had a common area that included a kitchen, living room, and dining room.
I unpack my last box, putting my winter clothes in the closet of my new room.
The sound of laughter drifts through my partially open door.
Elora and Mason must be in the common area.
I pause, holding a thick wool sweater in my hands.
I should go say hello, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to socialize yet.
I’m still feeling a little jet-lagged from the flight, and all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep for a week.
But as I stand there, something strange happens.
The exhaustion that had been weighing me down since the plane landed suddenly lifts, replaced by a tingling sensation that runs through my body.
It’s as if the air around me has changed, charged with an electric energy that makes my skin prickle.
I frown, confused.
What’s going on?
I fold the sweater and place it on the shelf in my closet, then walk to my door and peer out into the hallway. The common area is just down the hall, and I can see Elora and Mason sitting on the couch, laughing together.
They look like they’re having a good time, and I feel a pang of loneliness.
Maybe I should join them after all.
I take a deep breath and step out into the hallway.
The carpet is soft under my feet as I make my way toward them.
As I get closer, I realize that something is different about this place.
It’s not just the people or the scenery; it’s something deeper, something that seems to vibrate through every molecule of air.
I walk back into my room and start putting away my clothes.
As I’m hanging up a shirt, I notice a draft coming from somewhere in the room.
I frown and look around, trying to figure out where it’s coming from.
I walk over to the window and check to make sure it’s closed tightly.
It is, so I move on to the door and check the seal around it.
That seems fine too.
I’m starting to get confused when I notice that the draft seems to be coming from behind the bookshelf.
I walk over and run my fingers along the wooden panels, feeling for any gaps or cracks.
The wood feels warm under my touch, which is odd because the air in the room is cold.
I press harder on one of the panels, and it slides open, revealing a small compartment behind it.
Inside, I see a piece of paper with some writing on it. I pull out the paper and examine it more closely.
The writing is in a language I don’t recognize, but there’s a small symbol at the bottom that looks like a snowflake.
I trace the symbol with my finger, feeling a strange tingling sensation in my fingertips as I do so.
Suddenly, I hear a faint click, and the entire bookshelf swings forward, revealing a narrow doorway behind it.
My heart starts racing as I realize that this must be some kind of secret passage.
I grab my phone from my pocket and turn on the flashlight app, casting a beam of light down into the darkness of the doorway. The air coming from the doorway is even colder than before, and I can see my breath as I exhale.
I take a deep breath and step through the doorway, finding myself in a long corridor that stretches out into darkness.
The walls are made of cold stone, and there are cobwebs hanging from the ceiling.
I shine my light down the corridor, trying to see where it leads, but all I can see is darkness.
I take another step forward, and then another, until I come to a large wooden door at the end of the corridor.
The door is adorned with intricate carvings of snowflakes and other winter symbols, and there’s a large iron knocker in the shape of a wolf’s head at its center.
I reach out and grab hold of the knocker, pulling it toward me.
