| classification:Science fiction |
| author:<Golden Toad Ance |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2026-01-23 10:52:44) |
The wind howled and whistled through the cracks in the window, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold that seeped into the very core. The floor beneath was frigid, offering no respite from the biting air.,Another thought pops up, the teapot back in my hand.,The jade bangle, just thrown in, showed a layer of white and was slowly being absorbed by the ball suspended in the air!。