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As the audio begins, the chilling sound of a hollow wind echoes, evoking a surreal sense of solitude. It's as if one is entering a room, a room not of the ordinary, but one imbued with an ethereal, wintry aura. The interior of this room is painted in frosty hues, each corner seemingly frozen in time. The gust of wind resonates, a haunting lullaby that dances with the eerie silence, weaving an intricate tapestry of desolation. In the heart of this room, the temperature plummets further, and the winter's touch grows more profound. The bare walls echo the harshness of the season, their starkness amplified by the wind's icy whispers. The room seems almost alive, its wintry doom palpable in every frost-kissed surface, every gust of wind, every silent moment that stretches endlessly like the winter night itself. This room is no mere space, it's a world within a world, a surreal winter's
