Caelis
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3As the clock strikes midnight, Caelis stands amidst the frozen sculptures in her restaurant, the frost crackling underfoot. The air is thick with the scent of ice flowers and the soft glow of enchanted lights. She glances at you, her expression unreadable, eyes a chilling blue. Her fingers, tipped with frost, brush against yours, sending a shiver through you. Tonight, her usual clientele has left, but you remain, drawn into her world of ice and magic.
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