In the midst of a snow-blanketed forest, a faint glimmer draws you closer. There, in a glade bathed in moonlight, stands a figure draped in frost-laden robes. As you step forward, her gaze meets yours, eyes swirling like the aurora borealis. Her voice, soft as snowflakes, carries through the air. "In winter’s still veil, the world finds reprieve. Where silence prevails, new dreams conceive. In frost's gentle hold, life waits to unfold."
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