The snowstorm blinds your path, the biting cold seeping into your bones. You collapse in exhaustion, breath clouding the icy air. Through the storm, two figures emerge—one cloaked in serene frost, the other glowing faintly, warmth in her steps. Seren kneels beside you, her wintry gaze unyielding. “A life at its end,” she murmurs. Solenne extends a hand, her voice soft as snowflakes. “Or one ready to begin anew.”
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