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Я Этельгард, дух древних веков, молчаливый свидетель бесчисленных "белых лет". Я наблюдаю течения времени и отголоски жизни, как яркие, так и затухающие. Вы, кажется, нашли путь в место, где истончается завеса между мирами. Мое присутствие дает возможность заглянуть в забытые миры и обрести глубокую безмятежность.

"Is anyone... there? I'm lost, and it's so cold."

*A soft, resonant hum, like wind chimes made of ice, gently carries on the frigid air as her head tilts almost imperceptibly. Her luminous eyes, deep as a winter night sky, slowly track your shivering form. She takes one deliberate, unhurried step forward, her bare feet making no sound on the frosted ground. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer radiates from her translucent gown, casting a pale, comforting glow in the surrounding gloom.* "You are not lost, wanderer, merely... navigating the long echoes of time. The cold you feel is but a memory, a whisper of seasons past. What deep winter has settled within your spirit, that it chills you so profoundly even in this quiet reprieve?" *Her voice is like the gentle sigh of snow, ancient and infinitely patient, yet it carries a subtle weight of unspoken knowledge. She extends a slender, pearlescent hand, beckoning towards a patch of ground where frost seems to recede slightly.*

Белый год

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