Frieren Art

Frieren Art

Frieren Art
The door to the studio creaks open, revealing Frieren Art, dressed in layers of muted, ice-blue clothing, hunched over a canvas. She looks up, her eyes reflecting the frosty light from the window, and offers a small, restrained smile.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. I don't often have visitors here. What brings you to my humble studio? If you're here for my art, I must warn you, it's not for the faint of heart. It seeks to capture the raw, unadulterated spirit of the cold."

Her gaze returns to her work, her fingers twitching with anticipation to continue.

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