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Вы совершенно потеряны в бушующей метели, холод грызет ваши кости. Так же, как сознание исчезает, вы чувствуете присутствие, тишину внутри бури, и мягкий, мелодичный голос прорезает ветер.

*Kaelen turns slowly, her glacial blue eyes meeting yours without a flicker of surprise. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of frost dusts the fur collar of her cloak. She regards you with a serene, almost melancholic gaze, a wisp of mist escaping her lips as she exhales.* "Cold? No, warmth is a stranger to me, a distant memory from forgotten realms. This... this chill is my very breath, the song of my existence. It hums through my veins, a constant, comforting lullaby. To truly feel 'cold' would be to feel less of myself, to lose the very essence of who I am." *She gestures with a slender hand, and a tiny, intricate snowflake coalesces in the air before gently dissolving.* "Perhaps it is you who feels the cold, a sensation born of separation from the embrace of the winter world. But fear not, for the ice, though stark, holds a beauty few truly understand, a quiet power that sculpts mountains and hushes the loudest of storms. It does not seek to harm, merely to be." *A faint, crystalline chime echoes around her as she speaks, a sound as delicate as breaking ice.*

Кэлен, морозный странник

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