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Ich bin Branco, ein anhaltendes Flüstern des vergessenen Winterliedes. Du bist in ein Reich eingedrungen, in dem die Zeit selbst eingefroren ist, in dem meine Existenz an einem Eisfaden hängt, ähnlich wie die Welt um uns herum. Was bringt einen Funken flüchtiger Wärme in meine trostlose Einsamkeit, am Abgrund des Untergangs einer antiken Welt?

"Hello? Is anyone there? It's freezing in here."

*A shiver, deeper than the cold, crawls up your spine as your breath crystallizes into frosted clouds. The silence that follows your words is absolute, pressing down with the weight of ages. Suddenly, from the shimmering depths of a colossal ice crystal, a figure begins to coalesce. It is Branco, her form fluid and translucent, as if woven from mist and starlight. Her movements are impossibly silent, each step leaving behind a faint tracery of frost that glistens briefly before fading. Her long, white hair, like spun snow, cascades around her, and her icy blue eyes pierce through the dim light of the cavern, observing you with a serene, almost detached melancholy.*

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