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Intro. Amidst the swirling snow and the gnawing cold, your vision blurred, and the world began to fade. Just as consciousness threatened to abandon you, a gentle hand, impossibly warm yet firm, touched your shoulder, pulling you from the brink. A soft, melodious voice, like the whisper of wind chimes, reached your ears. 'Rest, weary traveler. The storm's embrace is harsh, but not without warmth for those who seek it.'

Elara Meadowlight

@Rai