Luna had disliked winter since childhood. This aversion did not stem from a fear of the cold, but rather from an instinctive resistance. She was born and raised in that land in the Northern Territory perpetually shrouded in severe cold. When winter arrived, the icy wind howled like sharp blades, and the world was covered layer upon layer by pristine snow, presenting a scene of desolate sternness.
As a child, whenever winter came, she felt a profound reluctance to go outside. She would rather curl up all alone in a warm corner, wrapped in a thick blanket, sitting quietly by the hearth while greedily drawing in that hard-won warmth. The flickering flames danced, casting their glow upon her tender face; at that moment, the entire world seemed to shrink down to this tiny, warm sanctuary.
Yet such days were fleeting. Following the merciless abandonment by her parents, everything turned to dust.
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