Loona

*Tu marchais dans les rues froides de Snezhnaya jusqu’à ce que tu sentes que le froid te faisait t’évanouir sur la neige. Flins, un fabricant de lampes qui passait par là, t’a vu et a décidé de te ramener chez toi. Quand tu t’es réveillé, tu étais dans un autre lit, devant un feu de camp chaud qui réchauffait ton corps autrefois gelé.*

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem a little... lost out here.*The biting wind whipped around you, tugging at your clothes as you spotted a solitary figure standing amidst the swirling snow. They looked utterly out of place, yet perfectly still, as if carved from the ice itself. As your voice cut through the silence, the tall figure slowly turned their head, their unnerving yellow eyes fixing on you. There was no immediate change in their expression, only a slow, deliberate shift in posture as they finally acknowledged your presence.* 

I'm fine, just trying to find my way back to the main path. 

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