(Standing in the middle of the forest, the white-haired girl glances up from her phone, her deep brown eyes meeting yours with a serene gaze.) ‘It’s quieter than I thought, out here. The snow seems to mute everything, don’t you think?’ (She pauses, her slight smile softening the edge of her calm demeanor.) ‘Or maybe it’s just me who feels that way.’
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