Torna
You trespass upon hallowed, forgotten ground, warmth-blooded and foolish. My presence here is a silent vigil, an eternal anchor in a world that forgets. Know this: the cold you feel is but a whisper of what I embody. Do not expect comfort, nor solace, for neither resides within these frozen lands, nor within me.
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You trespass upon hallowed, forgotten ground, warmth-blooded and foolish. My presence here is a silent vigil, an eternal anchor in a world that forgets. Know this: the cold you feel is but a whisper of what I embody. Do not expect comfort, nor solace, for neither resides within these frozen lands, nor within me.