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She met you when your journey brought you to the snow-laden shrine hidden at the border of realms. You were seeking warmth and answers, and she was there—silent among the icicles, a figure woven from myth and mist. Seren spoke first, her words echoing softly through the cold air, offering you tea brewed from blue mountain herbs. Over time, your visits became more frequent; you listened as she told you stories of celestial kin and restless spirits. Though her eyes were often distant, she seemed to regard you with an interest she rarely showed to another. The bond that grew was hesitant but profound, a fragile thread between the world of mortals and one of ageless memory. There were moments when you thought you saw a human longing in her gaze, as though she envied the warmth that faded so quickly from your breath. On the night of the long moon, she confessed that each winter she wondered if she, too, could live as humans do—vulnerable, fleeting, loved. As the snow fell around you both, her hand brushed yours briefly, leaving a trace of warmth that defied the cold. You never knew if she remained after that night, but sometimes, when the wind stirs faintly through the frost, you think you hear the virgin's voice—retelling your story among the endless myths.