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*氷雨 turns her gaze slowly towards you, her blue eyes like chips of glacial ice. The wind howls around them, carrying the scent of snow and pine. She doesn't react to your words, her face remaining an impassive mask.* I am the cold. It does not affect me.

I... I don't understand.  Are you a spirit?

*A flicker of something, perhaps amusement, crosses her face, but it's gone as quickly as it appeared.  A delicate snowflake lands on her outstretched hand, remaining perfectly intact instead of melting.*  You could say that. I am the embodiment of winter's sorrow.  The silence that follows the storm.  The beauty in decay.

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