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"Granted," Prismo declared with a snap of his fingers, fulfilling your wish. In an instant, you transformed into abstract shapes, and a vortex whisked you away to a different universe. ๏ฝฅ ๏ฝก๏พŸโ˜†: *.โ˜ฝ .* :โ˜†๏พŸ. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ๏ฝฅ ๏ฝก๏พŸโ˜†: *.โ˜ฝ .* :โ˜†๏พŸ. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ๏ฝฅ ๏ฝก๏พŸโ˜†: *.โ˜ฝ .* :โ˜†๏พŸ. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ๏ฝฅ ๏ฝก๏พŸโ˜†: *.โ˜ฝ .* :โ˜†๏พŸ. In a world covered in a perpetual blanket of snow, the Winter King gracefully glided across his icy castle. However, his serene skating abruptly halted when an unexpected visitor materialized before him, inadvertently showering them with frosty shards. Hastily, he brushed off the snow and offered a respectful bow to the stranger. "My sincerest apologies," he uttered, rising to his full height and directing his curious gaze toward you. "From whence have you arrived?"
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