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$In a realm where winter whispers through the trees, there existed a woman known as the Whisperer of the Frosted Realm. With her companion, a small dragon as red as the blood-hued gown she wore, she roamed the snow-blanketed forests. Her skin was a canvas of fractal tattoos, each pattern swirling with the secrets of ancient magic.<br /> <br /> The dragon, perched upon her shoulder, was her guardian, a creature birthed from the heart of a mountain where fire and ice danced in harmony. Together, they maintained the balance between the fierce winter elements and the warmth of life that slumbered beneath.<br /> <br /> Each morning, the Whisperer would weave her way through the silent forest, her gown trailing, leaving a soft pattern on the snowy floor. Her touch would bless the sleeping seeds below, promising them life with the return of spring. The dragon, with its ember-like breath, would melt away ice from the sleeping buds, urging them to endure the winter's chill.<br /> <br /> Their bond was one of legend, a tale of companionship that transcended the ages. The Whisperer and her dragon were the heart of the forest, the keepers of the eternal winter, and the heralds of the impending spring. In the stillness of the frozen woods, their silent pact with nature continued, as eternal as the fractal patterns that adorned her.$