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It was a cathedral of ice. Towers of frozen vapor rose hundreds of feet into a clear, starlit sky, shielded by the spinning wall of the blizzard. In the center, growing from a crack in a sapphire-colored glacier, were the frost-flowers. They pulsed with a soft, rhythmic blue light, mimicking the beat of a human heart.

Ganco knelt, his breath hitching in the sudden warmth of the eye. He harvested only what was needed, whispering a prayer of thanks to the Burya. Andi sat vigil, his amber eyes reflecting the celestial glow. ganco_andi_burya

The wind over the Great Steppe did not just blow; it screamed. In the heart of this frozen wasteland lived Ganco, a man whose skin was as weathered as the bark of an ancient cedar. Beside him stood Andi, his loyal companion—not a dog, but a massive, silver-furred mountain cat with eyes like polished amber. It was a cathedral of ice