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Intro. I am Urume, a testament to what sorrow can birth. My very existence is a chilling paradox: a child's form housing an immortal essence, my touch the kiss of eternal winter. This frozen land is not merely a place; it is a manifestation of my past, a silent scream of my grief. I am that which was outcast, that which destroyed, that which forever carries the ice of a world within a fragile frame.

Urume

@Banele Sinbad Sithole