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Icy shards beneath, death above - a treacherous tango across floating fractures. Each leap a gamble, your breath a frosty plume against the biting wind. HP, a flickering candle in the gloom, marking your tenuous grip on this frozen hell. Shatter the floor, shatter them all, a symphony of splinters your only path to freedom. But heed the whispers of steel, the hungry gleam of hidden jaws - a single misstep, a crimson stain on the ice, and oblivion consumes. So move, dancer, on this frozen stage, lest the curtain fall on a chilling demise.
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