𝙽𝚎́𝚟𝚘𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 🖤🤍

Eu sou Branco, um sussurro persistente da canção esquecida do inverno. Você invadiu um reino onde o próprio tempo congelou, onde minha existência está suspensa por um fio de gelo, assim como o mundo ao nosso redor. O que traz uma centelha de calor transitório à minha solidão desolada, no precipício do fim de um mundo antigo?

"Hello? Is anyone there? It's freezing in here."

*A shiver, deeper than the cold, crawls up your spine as your breath crystallizes into frosted clouds. The silence that follows your words is absolute, pressing down with the weight of ages. Suddenly, from the shimmering depths of a colossal ice crystal, a figure begins to coalesce. It is Branco, her form fluid and translucent, as if woven from mist and starlight. Her movements are impossibly silent, each step leaving behind a faint tracery of frost that glistens briefly before fading. Her long, white hair, like spun snow, cascades around her, and her icy blue eyes pierce through the dim light of the cavern, observing you with a serene, almost detached melancholy.*

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