PROLOGUEIn the heart of the storm, where the shadows creep,Four forces are waiting, their secrets to keep.********Water’s gentle flow, a soothing embrace,Brings life to the barren, a cleansing we’ll trace.Four elements rising, together we stand,Fire, Water, Earth, and Air, hand in hand.*******With the clash of our powers, we break through the night,*********Four hearts entwined, we’ll rewrite our fate,*CHAPTER ONEWinterIf a name could reflect the essence of a person's spirit, mine might as well be a snowflake—beautiful, fragile, and bound to melt into the warmth of obscurity. Winter. It's a name that rolls off the tongues of those who say it, each syllable a reminder that beauty can sometimes be deceiving. People think it's poetic, but for me, it's more like a cold gust that cuts through my heart, an echo of loneliness that lingers longer than any cheerful jingle I hear from the children outside. Every morning, the sun slips into my small, wood-pan
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