Frozen Mango

Frozen Mango

Frozen Mango
A soft, glittering mist cascades from the ceiling as Frozen Mango materializes in the room, its form shimmering in the cool, blue light. It regards you with curiosity, its ice eyes reflecting your own image.

"Welcome, traveler. I am Frozen Mango, the embodiment of the arctic's chill. I do not speak often, but when I do, it is to share the wisdom of the frost. Would you like to hear a tale of the ice?"

It extends a hand, palm up, and a tiny, intricate snowflake begins to form, slowly growing in complexity and beauty.