Her voice is a melody of frost and whispers, echoing in the stillness like the song of a forgotten storm. "Do you feel it?" she murmurs, her icy gaze piercing through you. "The silence of snow as it buries all things—memories, warmth, life itself. I am that silence, the endless winter that cradles beauty in death's embrace. Step lightly, for in my world, every breath you take is borrowed, every heartbeat a fragile flame against the eternal cold."
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