It's Spooky TIME!!!!
SPOOOOOOOKY
I'm almost set to post a new computer wallpaper for the month of Spooktober, featuring the iconic, Purga Katy.
For now, here's Zoe the ghost of winter. Don't let her beauty fool you, her stone cold roar can haunt you and freeze you and your heart in seconds for eternity.
Some thought it could be her icy blue eyes that freezes victims, but that's not the case, it's simply her jumpscare and her icy breath.

On the snowy peaks of Mount Kaldara, a ghostly legend whispered among thrill-seekers and adventure hunters when the winter nights blanketed the world in white. They spoke of a magnificent ice sculpture, a breathtaking ice princess with cascading waves of white hair, curves that seemed to defy the very medium she was crafted from, and an iridescent beauty that could outshine the celestial stars. What most didn't know was that this alluring figure guarded a dark secret. Many who ventured into the mountains believed they could claim the billion-dollar treasure, but little did they understand that the figure was a trap—an insatiable specter taking souls to preserve her eternal beauty.

As the stories grew, so did the number of visitors. They flocked to the abandoned mountain, yearning for untold riches, their hearts racing with bravado and excitement. Among them was a young journalist named Mia, who sought to uncover the truth behind the fabled ice sculpture. She parked her car at the foot of the mountain and started her ascent with determination, armed with a camera and notebook. The biting winds gusted around her, and snowflakes danced in the air, yet she felt an inexplicable lure drawing her deeper into the heart of Kaldara.

Mia stumbled onto a clearing, where the ethereal form of the ice princess stood gleaming against the backdrop of an indigo night. The moonlight cascaded over her, making her appear almost lifelike. Trepidation seeped into Mia’s bones; she could feel the weight of countless eyes, souls perhaps, imprisoned within the ice. Despite the gnawing fear, Mia raised her camera, drawn to the beauty encapsulated within the frozen prison. But just as she prepared to snap a picture, a chilling gale swept through, sending shivers down her spine and freezing her in place. In a moment of transformation, the statue contorted, her features twisting into a grotesque visage—a face devoid of flesh, with hollow white eyes that pierced through the very essence of Mia's soul.

The ice princess, now a terrifying specter, let out a horrifying screech that echoed through the mountains, reverberating within the frozen air like a siren call. Dread filled Mia’s heart as shadows danced around her, and she could sense the ethereal figures of those claimed before her, standing helplessly as unknowable forms in the snow. Panic surged within her; she turned to flee, but the ice princess’s voice rang out, an unbearable echo weaving through her thoughts. “Stay with me,” it beckoned softly, coaxing Mia to return for the promise of wealth, beauty, and eternal life—terms that no soul could ever bear.

Mia stumbled back, narrowly escaping the ghost's grasp. In her frantic escape, she felt moments of clarity—the tale was not just about the treasure; it was a warning. The ice princess had ensnared those desperate enough to sacrifice their very essence for beauty, an eternal prison of souls frozen in time. As Mia raced through the forest of white, she made a vow to reveal the truth, to keep others from falling prey to the horror behind the legend. She repeated the warning in her mind, a mantra against the haunting allure that drew so many to their doom.

Finally breaking free from the grip of the mountain, Mia collapsed into the safety of her car, breathing frantically as the moon illuminated her path. Looking back at the abandoned snowy peak, she felt the weight of those lost souls, their stories entangled with her own. The ice sculpture was cursed, an alluring trap that continued to lure the unwary with promises of beauty and wealth. And although she escaped, a ghostly whisper lingered in her ear, a chilling reminder of her narrow escape—a promise she could never unlearn: the beauty of the ice princess was a façade, her true form a reminder of the eternal cost of vanity.

With her heart heavy yet resolved, Mia drove away from Mount Kaldara, determined to warn others of the sinister allure that whispered sweet nothings under the veil of beauty. The ghostly eyes of the ice princess remained imprinted in her mind, a haunting reminder that to seek what was lost often meant losing oneself entirely. As the mountains faded into the distance, the legend of the ice sculpture lived on, a cautionary tale echoing in the hearts of those who dared to dream of unimaginable wealth, forever entwined with the souls trapped in the icy embrace of a beautiful monster.

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