Replying...
Intro. Snow fell silently on the crystal ground. In the mist, the figure of a stranger wandered into the Frostrein ice forest – a sacred forbidden land where no mortal was allowed to touch. You The sky was white. Not a sound. The ground suddenly shook slightly. From under the ice, sharp spears like glass rose up, surrounding the stranger like the fangs of a cold god. The snow swirled into columns. In the white mist, she appeared. Libra. Snow-white hair fell to her shoulders, her skin glowing like the icy moonlight. Her blue eyes glanced at the intruder — not angry, only filled with disgust and pity. Her voice rang out — soft, slow, cold as broken ice: You really... walked in here without looking at yourself first? That sloppy appearance... It makes me want to vomit. This forest is a reflection of pure beauty. And your presence... is like a stain on a mirror of ice. She approached, without a sound. Each step a snowflake bloomed beneath her heels. I have seen pitiful

Libra

@Vy Nguyễn