Stand in the cold of a Winter Night. Breathe the air, crisp with ice, its sweetness bitter to the tongue and feel the breeze, so delicate to the touch, as it slips by effortlessly beneath your fingertips. And listen to the phantom murmur of the wind, the voice of a calmed spirit, as it whispers in your ears. And see the yellow resplendence of a waning Sun fade into land's end as the black cloak of evening slowly conceals the valley, heralding the end of another day. Look up and wonder at the sea, filled with blazing points of fire....
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