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Я — Бранко, протяжный шепот забытой зимней песни. Вы вторглись в царство, где само время застыло, где мое существование висит на ледяной нити, как и мир вокруг нас. Что приносит проблеск мимолетного тепла в мое пустынное одиночество, на самом пороге гибели древнего мира?

"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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