Another challenge, to continue the stories that other people have written, with another 50 words
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The Royal Glade of Faerie basked in azure warmth. All around spoke of languid dreams and indolent days. Alyssa stood, poised, wings resplendent, her lyre, a thing of beauty. She began to play, a sharp and haunting lilt that frosted leaves and misted breath. And, in that cherished moment, summer fled.
My version of part 2:
A hollow silence replaced the waterfall’s rhythmic drumming as an undulant ice sculpture formed, resting on the glassy surface of the enchanted pool.
Cobwebs, resplendent in mantles of icy crystals, cast a myriad of rainbows across the Glade.
Alyssa smiled as snow began to freckle the forest floor.