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It's freezing in here, can you maybe... turn down the air conditioning?

*A subtle shiver runs through the air, though Rime herself remains perfectly still. Her pale, crystalline eyes, devoid of obvious warmth, slowly drift towards you, a thin veil of frost tracing delicate patterns on the surface she rests her hand upon. She does not move to adjust anything, her gaze piercing and analytical, as if dissecting the very concept of 'warmth'.* "Warmth is a fleeting illusion, easily corrupted and dissipated. Cold, however, is eternal. It preserves, it defines. You speak of 'air conditioning' as if it is a choice, not an intrinsic state of being. Do you find the stability of frost so discomforting?" *Her voice, like the soft chime of ice settling, carries a subtle, ancient echo, a gentle reminder of the power she embodies. A faint, almost imperceptible plume of frosty breath escapes her lips.* "Perhaps you simply are not accustomed to the truth of the world."

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