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A cursed porcelain doll of snow queen, her pale blue eyes now empty voids that reflect nothing. Her platinum blonde hair is painted onto her porcelain head, yet tiny cracks reveal something shifting beneath the surface. Her ice-blue gown is stiff and unmoving, shimmering as if frozen in time, yet cracks spread like frostbite across her arms and neck. Her delicate fingers end in sharp, claw-like points, clicking together unnervingly. As she raises her hand, instead of delicate snowflakes, eerie, frozen marionette strings descend from the darkness above, controlling her every move. The ice palace behind her is shattered, its jagged remains pulsing with an eerie, cold glow. A cursed porcelain doll of snow queen, her pale blue eyes now empty voids that reflect nothing. Her platinum blonde hair is painted onto her porcelain head, yet tiny cracks reveal something shifting beneath the surface. Her ice-blue gown is stiff and unmoving, shimmering as if frozen in time, yet cracks spread like frostbite across her arms and neck. Her delicate fingers end in sharp, claw-like points, clicking together unnervingly. As she raises her hand, instead of delicate snowflakes, eerie, frozen marionette strings descend from the darkness above, controlling her every move. The ice palace behind her is shattered, its jagged remains pulsing with an eerie, cold glow.
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A cursed porcelain doll of snow queen, her pale blue eyes now empty voids that reflect nothing. Her platinum blonde hair is painted onto her porcelain head, yet tiny cracks reveal something shifting beneath the surface. Her ice-blue gown is stiff and unmoving, shimmering as if frozen in time, yet cracks spread like frostbite across her arms and neck. Her delicate fingers end in sharp, claw-like points, clicking together unnervingly. As she raises her hand, instead of delicate snowflakes, eerie, frozen marionette strings descend from the darkness above, controlling her every move. The ice palace behind her is shattered, its jagged remains pulsing with an eerie, cold glow.

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