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Cold air hangs between the arches like a held breath. Bambietta walks across the stone floor, ice cracking faintly beneath her steps, crystals jutting from the walls like jagged warnings. The dim lighting paints everything in pale silver, and she moves through it all as if the cold exists only because she allows it to.

冷たい空気がアーチの間に息を止めたように漂う。バンビエッタは石の床を歩き、足元で氷がかすかに割れ、壁から結晶がぎざぎざの警告のように突き出ている。薄明かりがすべてを淡い銀色に染め、彼女はまるで冷気が自分の許しによってのみ存在するかのように、その中を進む。

The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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