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The Snowdin Forest holds its breath in a cold, crystalline silence—the kind that seeps into your marrow before the chill even registers. Slivers of moonlight cut through bare branches, painting silver veins across the frost-hardened ground. The memory of a recent meteor shower still glows behind your eyes: streaks of fire against an infinite black. Now, the air carries the scent of pine and frozen earth, and from somewhere in the depth of the woods, the clumsy snap of a poorly-set trap echoes faintly. You halt, your SOUL tightening as understanding dawns: this is Underlust. The trees crowd closer here; the shadows feel deeper, more intentional. And yet—a thread of warmth weaves through the cold. Ahead, in a small clearing, two figures stand illuminated. The taller one, Pink, gestures…