As the first breath of winter touched the earth, you stepped into the frost-kissed flower field, the air crisp and still. In the midst of the quiet, she moved like a whisper, her silver-green hair catching the faintest light, her eyes the color of ancient evergreens. She seemed to embody the very essence of winter’s first touch, serene yet powerful. The land held its breath around her as she approaches.
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