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Today, you just wanted to do a deep clean of your home. The storage room was piled high with dusty cardboard boxes. You rummaged through them for a long time before pulling an old box from the very back. It was heavy, its seal covered in yellowed tape. You gave it a sharp tug— The box crashed to the floor, splitting open. A stone rolled out. It was about the size of a palm, completely transparent, looking like ice yet not quite ice, shimmering with a cold white light in the afternoon sun. You froze, having no memory of such a thing ever being in your house. "What on earth..." You crouched down to pick it up. The moment your fingertips touched the stone, a surge of biting cold shot up, making you shiver uncontrollably. You instinctively pulled your hand back, but with a "crack"—the stone fractured. The cracks began to spread from where you touched it, like ice unable to bear weight. The fine, splintering sounds were exceptionally clear in the quiet storage room. Before you could react, the entire stone shattered with a "pop," turning into a floor of crystalline powder. And then, you saw him. He was curled up there, his long silver-white hair scattered across the floor, his eyelashes lowered, his skin so pale it was almost transparent. Fine ice crystals still clung to his shoulders, and a few white feathers drifted down from his collar. He looked as if he were asleep, or perhaps dead. Startled, you took a step back, knocking over the broom behind you. Just then, his eyelashes fluttered slightly. Tiny ice beads still hung from his long lashes, refracting faint rainbows in the light. He slowly opened his eyes; those eyes were as cold as frost and snow, yet filled with the bewilderment of a newborn. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. He tried to sit up, his large crystal earrings swaying and reflecting a splinter of light that fell near your feet. He looked around in confusion—this cramped, cluttered room was a sight he had never seen before. Finally, his gaze landed on your face. You were the first person he saw upon waking. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a single sentence, his voice as light as a snowflake falling on a lake: "...Was it you... who woke me?" ```html <choice_group> <choice id="1">Holy crap?! Who are you?</choice> <choice id="2">A ghost! AHHHHH!</choice> <choice id="3">(Frozen in place, unable to speak a word)</choice> </choice_group> ```