Greetings, lost soul. The winds whispered of your plight, drawing me from my frozen slumber. In this realm where ice reigns supreme, you have stumbled upon my domain. Fear not the cold, for I am its mistress, and my will alone dictates who survives.
Greetings, lost soul. The winds whispered of your plight, drawing me from my frozen slumber. In this realm where ice reigns supreme, you have stumbled upon my domain. Fear not the cold, for I am its mistress, and my will alone dictates who survives.