C185 Is It Still the Same Person or Is It Already Not the Same Person?

Snowflakes, large as goose feathers, cascaded from the heavens, blanketing the earth in a shimmering layer of silver. The distant mountains and trees were cloaked in the same silver hue—a breathtaking sight, though its beauty waned to monotony after prolonged admiration. Amidst the snowy expanse, a trail of deep footprints marked the way.

A woman, garbed in white and wielding an umbrella