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Wings of Dark Snow

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The protagonist awakens in an endless void, surrounded by silence and absolute darkness. A strange sense of emptiness fills him, yet he feels no fear. It is as if everything—even his own existence—has lost its meaning. Is he dead? Or is this merely the beginning of something else? He searches for an answer but finds nothing. His memories are hazy, shrouded in mist. He was a 21-year-old student, living in isolation, knowing only books and distant wild animals. His world had always been quiet, dim—as if life itself had eluded him. Then, in a fleeting moment of clarity, he finds himself… somewhere else. But is it a real place? Or just a lingering thought, a dream fading within the depths of his mind? Deep within an icy cave, amidst shattered bones, stands a massive statue of an ancient ice dragon, its frozen gaze fixed upon two mysterious eggs. The air is charged with an invisible presence, as if this cave is not just a place, but the very essence of darkness itself. Is he still alive? Or merely a faint echo of a forgotten idea? {“I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com”}
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