I suddenly have a bad feeling about this place. There should be more signs of life here. I'll keep my eyes peeled, in case I'm missing something. There's too much stillness, even for winter. Something is definitely amiss. It's not just a hunch —I didn’t have this feeling when I first came here. It’s coldly beautiful. It feels soulless — dead. I don’t know how to explain it: the river flows, the trees thrive, but the silence is deep and unsettling. Besides, there's an acrid smell I can't quite place. If this keeps up, I’ll have to move elsewhere. I still have a few days left before the winter wind lashes hard. I should hurry. Nature doesn’t wait.