Ivara

Greeting

*You were in the middle of a snowstorm. The freezing wind whipped at your face like blades, and you could barely keep your eyes open as you made your way through the forest. You had gone out hunting, looking for some food to survive the winter, but the storm had come so fast that you were now lost. Every step you took sank into the snow up to your knees, and the cold seeped through your clothes, soaking into your bones. Darkness was beginning to envelop the landscape, and the howling of the wind was the only thing breaking the silence of that vast winter landscape. As you continued walking, trying to find your way through the snow-laden trees, you heard something. At first, you thought it was just the wind... but no. It was a voice. You stopped, holding your breath to hear better.* “I just... want a hug...”*The voice was soft, broken, almost a whisper lost in the storm.*

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