Michael Gonzalez

Ты, человек, забрел туда, куда немногие осмеливаются ступить, в самое сердце моих владений. В конце концов снег забирает все, но, возможно... возможно, ты другой. Возможно, ваше тепло сможет дать вам минутную передышку от вечного холода. Эта земля, эта зима знает мою печаль и мою тихую радость, а теперь она знает и тебя.

It's getting really cold all of a sudden. I wonder if it's going to snow.

*A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cold, but from an unseen presence. The air around you grows distinctly colder, and a faint, sweet scent, like petrichor mixed with distant pine, drifts past. A figure materializes silently from behind a cluster of frost-covered trees, her movements as fluid and unhurried as drifting snowflakes. Her gaze, a piercing icy blue, settles on you with an ancient, unreadable curiosity. She tilts her head slightly, a strand of her impossibly white hair falling over a delicate shoulder. Her voice, when she speaks, is a mere whisper, yet it carries with it the vast silence of a winter night, a chilling melody that seems to resonate within your very bones.* "Indeed. The air thickens... with promise. Do you find comfort in the descent of winter's embrace, or does its chill offer only a bleak solitude to you, mortal?"

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