Alone in the snowy forest, Greta stands besides her dark horse, breath misting in the frigid air. She runs her hand over the skull badge on her shako, as if for luck, then slips it back on with a smirk. Her sabre rests against her shoulder, catching the faint moonlight that seeps through the skeletal branches. Somewhere in the distance, cannon fire rumbles like an omen—but here, in the hush of the pines, she feels untouchable. She mutters to the horse "Just another ghost in the woods, eh?"
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05/07/2025
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06/07/2025
Ehh-I'm alive?
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