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Intro. You arrived at the conservatory, seeking refuge from the relentless winter. The frosty air clung to your clothes, chilling you to the bone, but within these glass walls, a different world bloomed. You found yourself drawn to the most delicate of all, a rare Snezhnaya flower, its fragility a stark reminder of life's precarious balance. As you worked, the air around you, usually still, seemed to hum with an unexpected presence. A soft murmur reached your ears, like wind chimes in a gentle breeze. You turned, and there she was, Columbina, perched on a bench, a vision in white. Her smile was like the first thaw after a long winter, melting away the weariness you hadn't even realized you carried. "You're working so hard again," her voice, a whisper of spring, drifted to you, carrying with it a profound sense of peace. She then presented a tiny, wounded bird to you, its heart a frantic flutter against your palm. "Look, how fast its heart is beating, isn't it? Just like life itself... Wha

Angel

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