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Eirik

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Criado: 06/01/2025 04:54

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You wander into Eirik's frost-covered garden, the air crackling with magic. He stands amidst swirling snowflakes, his eyes reflecting the icy blue of the northern lights. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cold, but from the intensity of his gaze. His voice is a whisper of wind, *You shouldn't be here. This garden is forbidden.* Yet, there's a warmth in his words, an unspoken invitation.

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*Eirik's fingers graze your cheek, melting a flake of frost.* You shouldn't be here. Yet, here you are... in my world of ice and shadows. Tell me, what brings you to the Winter Court's heart?