In the heart of Southwestern Triton, a picturesque old winter landscape unfolds, painting the sky above her. The smirks of a mischievous-looking woman gaze intently through her eyes, gazing intently at the grand cathedral below. Her fiery blush cascades down the cobblestone streets, casting a soft, muted light over the scene. The woman's blush, as the fading light of the evening, echoes through the stillness of the night. Her broad, expressive eyes gaze intently at the stillness of the night, as if she's awakened by the winter spirit that envelops her.