In a forest blanketed by eternal winter, there lived a mythical frozen fairy named Lysandra. Her delicate wings shimmered like shards of ice, and a brilliant crystal, glowing with a pale blue light, was embedded in her forehead. Legends said she was born from the first snowstorm of the century, a being of frost and magic, who could freeze anything she touched—though she herself remained untouched by time.
One winter’s evening, a curious traveler wandered into the forest, drawn by stories of the fairy who had lived in the ice for centuries. As he ventured deeper into the frostbitten woods, he saw a glimmer through the trees—Lysandra, standing motionless like a statue of snow and starlight.
He approached her slowly, his breath turning to mist in the icy air. “Are you the frozen fairy?” he asked, mesmerized by her beauty.
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