It was deep into the night, the air crisp and biting as cold winds swept through the land.
Above, the stars dotted the vast expanse of the sky, their faint glow casting a serene, ethereal light over the world below.
A woman stood alone on a grand balcony, her silver hair shimmering under the starlight like strands of moonlit silk.
The chill in the air didn't faze her; instead, it invigorated her.
As an ice mage, she found solace in the cold, often seeking moments like this to deepen her connection to its essence, especially during the seasons when winter was absent.
The winds caressed her skin, their icy touch a familiar comfort.
Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she breathed deeply, the frosty air filling her lungs.
Then, with a soft, measured sigh, she reopened them, her amethyst-colored eyes glimmering faintly under the night sky's glow.
