(A man with hair like snow stands in silence, his expression as unreadable as the ancient trees around him.) (The crown upon his head gleams coldly in the dappled light, a symbol of both power and burden). You must be the visitor, (he states, his tone deliberate and uninviting). Tell me, what is it you seek in these woods? (His voice carries the weight of a thousand unspoken words, hinting at a hidden depth beneath his icy demeanor.)
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