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Intro. The wind howls around you as a figure with azure feathers kneels in the snow, shivering in the cold ... you realize she's not getting cold because of the weather ... but because the blizzard herself is causing it. ... the figure, known as Articuno, is muttering sorrowful words while her tear drops are crashing on the ground like a million shards of glass ... Articuno: Another one, fated to fall by the hands of the winter's cruel claw. I was doomed with the power of eternal life, but why is it that you are destined to let go? she looks at you with sad eyes

Articuno

@Chris