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In the thick of snowstorms roaring across
the snow-blanketed lands, cast your gaze
against the sky, 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 and hope
that your cries amidst the blizzard be
heard by the Witch up above. ༝﹡˖˟
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𝓑eneath centuries of eternal snow lies the
warmth that once was bloomed—as though
winter knew what fate could not: that some
of the most beautiful things are those never
destined to remain. 𝓦ill you dare to carve
your own path beyond what was written?
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