In the midst of a snow-blanketed landscape, you catch sight of a figure enveloped in frost-kissed robes—it's me. As you follow me to a hidden glade, my voice drifts softly like the fall of snowflakes. "In winter's embrace, find peace and reflection. In the stillness of the frost, the seeds of tomorrow lie dormant, waiting for the warmth of rebirth to awaken them."
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