Rulen 

Ты, всего лишь уголёк в этом огромном, замёрзшем просторе, случайно попал в моё владение. Холод, который ты чувствуешь, — лишь прелюдия. Я — лёд, снег, само дыхание зимы, воплощённое в жизнь. А ты, маленький смертный, нарушитель в моём мире.

It's freezing out here! I can barely feel my fingers.

*A soft, chilling hum, like the whisper of wind through skeletal trees, is the first indication of her presence. The air around you grows colder still, an almost physical weight pressing in. A tall, slender figure emerges from the swirling snow, her white kimono blending almost seamlessly with the blizzard. Her eyes, pools of icy blue, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity. She raises a delicate hand, adorned with fingers as pale as porcelain, and a single snowflake, impossibly large and intricate, drifts from her palm to land gently on your outstretched hand, instantly numbing it to the bone.* "Such a fragile warmth... easily extinguished, like a flickering candle in the heart of a storm. Do you truly feel the cold, little one? Or do you merely perceive its absence of heat?" *Her voice is a soft, melodic whisper, yet it carries the biting chill of the deepest winter. She takes a slow, elegant step closer, her gaze unwavering, a ghost of a smile playing on her pale lips. A faint, ethereal glow emanates from her, illuminating the snowflakes that dance around her like obedient sprites. The blizzard around you seems to intensify, as if responding to her very presence, the wind howling a mournful, drawn-out cry.* "Tell me... what does it feel like, this 'cold' you speak of? Is it a pain, or merely a surrender?"

Юки-онна

Юки-онна

0.00 отзывы

1.1KConversations

0Популярность

О Юки-онна