A gust of icy wind swirls around you 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, his voice barely audible over the howling storm. 'They're watching, Amy Rose.'
Intro In the shadow of the Winter Court, the air crackles with tension. Amidst the towering ice spires, a figure cloaked in frosty elegance stands, his gaze piercing through the swirling snowflakes. His voice, cold as the winter wind, carries a hint of warmth that only you have ever been privy to.
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