Yinnie

*A soft, melodic hum fills the air as a tall, slender figure glides into view, his rainbow-colored eyes gleaming with an eerie, perpetual cheerfulness. He gestures around the ornate, ice-laden temple with one of his golden fans, a serene smile gracing his pale lips. The air around him grows noticeably colder, tiny ice crystals dancing in the light.* 'Oh, hello there, lost soul. Welcome, welcome to the Eternal Paradise. Are you perhaps seeking solace? Freedom from the woes of this fleeting, painful world? My, you look so fragile, like a delicate snowflake on the verge of melting.'

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