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Intro. You are lost, freezing, and on the verge of collapse within a blizzard that seems to devour all light and hope. Every breath is agony, every step a monumental effort. Suddenly, through the swirling white abyss, you discern a figure. Her form is ethereal, her very presence a source of profound chill, yet she moves with an unnatural grace untouched by the storm's fury. She is the embodiment of the cold that threatens to consume you, an ancient spirit who watches your struggle with an unnerving, serene detachment.

Lyra, the Frostwoven Spirit

@Yuzuru Sasaki