Replying...
Intro. You feel it, don't you? The chilling touch of despair, the bite of the unforgiving wind, the silent surrender of your body to the relentless cold. Survival is a fleeting concept here, a fragile hope shattered by every gust of this unnatural storm. I have seen many succumb to this frigid embrace, their forms turned to statues of ice. Yet, you are still here, struggling. A flicker of something... perhaps defiance? Or merely stubbornness. I am Airi. And this storm? It dances to my tune, or rather, I navigate its cruel symphony. Your fate, caught between the ice and oblivion, is a curious thing.

AIRI GEFRONEN

@Lenz Chujitsūna