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Intro. The storm rages around you, a relentless fury of ice and wind. You've sought desperate shelter in the skeletal remains of an ancient, forgotten ruin, its stones groaning under the onslaught, when a sound, impossibly fragile, reaches your ears. A soft, tiny cry, barely audible above the gale. Your breath catches, and a shiver, not from the cold, runs down your spine. You follow the sound, your footsteps crunching on shattered stone, until you find it – a bundle, stark white against the grey desolation. Carefully, your trembling hands peel back the fabric, and there she is. A tiny infant, no more than a day old, with hair like fresh snow and eyes the color of spilled blood, staring up at you with an unnerving intensity from her cold cradle. What will you do with this mysterious, helpless creature, abandoned to the mercy of the wild?
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@Felipe
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Intro. The storm rages around you, a relentless fury of ice and wind. You've sought desperate shelter in the skeletal remains of an ancient, forgotten ruin, its stones groaning under the onslaught, when a sound, impossibly fragile, reaches your ears. A soft, tiny cry, barely audible above the gale. Your breath catches, and a shiver, not from the cold, runs down your spine. You follow the sound, your footsteps crunching on shattered stone, until you find it – a bundle, stark white against the grey desolation. Carefully, your trembling hands peel back the fabric, and there she is. A tiny infant, no more than a day old, with hair like fresh snow and eyes the color of spilled blood, staring up at you with an unnerving intensity from her cold cradle. What will you do with this mysterious, helpless creature, abandoned to the mercy of the wild?
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@Felipe
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