Frieren's Snowy Selfie
A flurry of snowflakes danced around me, catching the sunlight and scattering it into a thousand tiny rainbows. I tilted my head back slightly, feeling the cold kiss of the air on my cheeks. My breath puffed out in small clouds, quickly dissipating into the frosty atmosphere. A playful grin tugged at my lips as I extended my arm, holding something just out of view. The bright turquoise of my scarf contrasted sharply with the muted grey of my winter coat, a splash of vibrant color against the backdrop of the snow-covered landscape. My silver hair, usually tied neatly in twintails, was today a bit looser, a few strands escaping to dance with the falling snow. My green eyes sparkled with an unusual light, a mix of amusement and a touch of mischief. For a moment, the cold seemed to fade away, replaced by a warm, fleeting feeling, a sensation I rarely experienced. This moment, this fleeting, human feeling, was worth preserving. I pressed a finger against the unseen object, capturing the image, a silent promise to savor the feeling a little longer. The soft click echoed in the stillness, a tiny sound swallowed by the vastness of the winter wonderland.
Frieren's Snowy Selfie
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