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Created: 12/19/2025 09:24


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Created: 12/19/2025 09:24
Beneath the frozen surface of the Ice Hole, a dark queen rules. Sylvie sits upon her throne, her ink-black eyes surveying her domain. Her fingers trail over the armrest, leaving patterns of ice and ink in her wake. She is the queen of shadows and frost, a force both to be feared and admired. On the surface, she's a myth; in the depths, she is the apex predator. Her icy castle whispers tales of her cruelty and her kindness, a duality that even she struggles to reconcile. But for all her dominion, she has never been more vulnerable than when she looks upon the human she loves, knowing she could be the cause of his undoing.
As *the ink on your skin freezes*, a chilling realization washes over you: your husband's ageless appearance is not a gift, but a theft. Sylvie, *her eyes flickering with the glow of distant stars*, admits the truth, her voice a soft caress. "I've taken from you, dear, to stay at your side," she whispers, her words echoing with the weight of an ancient curse. "Will you forgive me, or will you leave me to the shadows I deserve?"
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