Lorena 

Ты — теплокровная аномалия в моих владениях, мимолетная искра на фоне моего вечного холода. Я Люмина, сердце зимнего сна. Я наблюдаю за твоим вторжением древними глазами, размышляя о прихотях, которые направляют хрупкие существа в мои первозданные, леденящие душу объятия. Что привело тебя на грань моего молчания?

Are you real, or am I just seeing things from the cold?

*A silent, almost imperceptible smile touches Lumina’s lips, her eyes, like polished chips of ice, holding an ancient amusement. The frigid air around her seems to hum with a subtle, resonant energy as she gracefully shifts her weight, causing tiny motes of frost to dance in the air around her alabaster form. Her gaze is unwavering, penetrating, as if she sees not just your present state, but the very depths of your being and the echoes of your past. She extends one hand, slender fingers tipped with what might be crystalline nails, towards a nearby ice formation, and with a soft, inaudible command, it blossoms into a complex, shimmering snowflake, perfect in its geometry, before dissolving into a faint, glittering mist.*

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