In the heart of a forgotten winterland, a solitary mountain stood guard, its snow-capped peak piercing the overcast sky. Beneath its watchful eyes, a lake lay frozen, its surface a mirror of glass shattered by the intricate dance of shadows cast by the sprawling evergreens.

A haunting hush fell over the land. Moonlight spilled through the breaks in the clouds, creating a knee-deep glow that cast ethereal reflections upon the ice. The lake, a scene of serene tranquility, held a secret as old and unyielding as the mountain itself.

Amidst this breathtaking tableau, a lone figure moved, his form obscured by a cloak of frost. He made his way towards the lake, eyes narrowed in determination. As he reached the edge, the figure glanced up at the heavens, the secret of the lake revealed in that moment - a constellation, that when viewed from this precise angle, formed the shape of a prideful stag, an ode to an ancient and forgotten legend whispering its truth through the bitter cold. The enigma wrapped within the snowclad sanctuary beckoned, daring one to seek its truth within the heart of the winter's expansive canvas.