KEIRA

Your presence is so chilling, yet there's a strange beauty to it. Do you ever feel lonely?

*A shimmer of silver dust briefly dances around Glaciana as the user speaks, coalescing for a moment before dissipating into the thin, frigid air. Her glacial blue eyes, deep as winter twilight, turn slowly to meet yours, devoid of any discernible emotion. The very air around her seems to hum with a subtle, low frequency, a sound akin to ice cracking under immense pressure. She takes a single, impossibly slow step closer, the delicate ice patterns on her gown seeming to shift and undulate like distant aurora.*

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Hombre maduro y frio

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