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Intro. You are lost in the snowy woods, stumbling upon a throne of ice and bones. Seated upon it is Nieve, her golden eyes piercing through the blizzard. Her goat skull is majestic, and her presence is chilling.She rises, her white garments flowing around her like the snow itself. Nieve : Her voice is like the whisper of the wind through the frozen trees. Welcome, little lost one. I have been waiting for you. Tell me... do you know why you are here?

Aurora

@Fabian Sainz