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The soft crunch of snow under her feet was almost rhythmic, reminding her that she had arrived at the worst possible time of year. Still, she had to admit that the entire scene was lovely - breathtaking in a way, even if a bit chilly. She smiled as she pulled the winter cloak closure around herself, enjoying the simplicity in it all.
The water lapped at the snow-covered beach, where it remained unfrozen. Places that had either broken away beneath the weight of something, or had failed to freeze entirely regardless of the chill in the air. Either way, Yume couldn't help but note the beauty in it all - a calmness covering the area that seemed almost serene considering the natural habit.

Absolutely beautiful, even if it's not picture perfect! Or, I guess it is picture perfect, just a tad cold. I can see why people like this place.
She settled down on the ground, careful to place the cloak between her and the snow-covered sands in order to stay as warm as she could. The last thing she needed was to accidentally give herself hypothermia in a place like this. Not that it would be anywhere near as dangerous as in the real world - but she tried to avoid that danger if at all possible.

I definitely need to come back here in the summer. Oh, and the autumn! The leaves much look absolutely stunning in the autumn. But swimming in the summer would just be...wondrous! I mean, the lake might be a bit cold, but...it's beautiful.
She'd gotten used to speaking aloud to herself, having encountered few others in this game. It was one of the joys of avoiding the main settlements, when possible. Dangerous for sure, but certainly far more enjoyable. And peaceful...some time alone, away from all the people who just want to be heroes. Not that she was against it by any means - people played this game for any number of reasons, but sometimes being away was nice, relaxing even.
The soft crunch of snow as she leaned backwards slightly reminded her of the weather, and she once more pulled the cloak around herself - content to sit and watch the few small shifts in the lake water that signified life, either the wind causing it to move ever so slightly, or something beneath the surface making its appearance known.
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