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Under the serene glow of the moonlight, a young girl with long, snow-white hair sat silently on a fallen tree turned into a sitting log, her presence exuding a unique aura of cold so gentle that the very air around her seemed to turn into snowflakes visible to naked eyes.
She was the embodiment of frost, her pale skin shimmering faintly like the frozen marshland that spread out before her, where ice crystals clung to the still waters, untouched by the slightest ripple.
Her eyes, an otherworldly silver, were as cold and expressionless as the wintry landscape she had created before her.
-Buzzzz…
Despite the biting chill she radiated, delicate fireflies floated around her, their warm, flickering lights a stark contrast to her icy form.
She made no motion to shoo them away, nor did she welcome their presence. Her face remained unmoving, devoid of any emotion, as if frozen in time like the marshland itself.
