You speak the dread words of power, summoning forth the chilling embrace of Eternal Winter. As the incantation echoes, a surge of numbing cold emanates from you, enveloping everything in a 60-foot radius sphere centered on yourself.
All creatures, non-magical vegetation and objects in the area are immediately encased in Eternal ice, preserving them in a frigid tableau of Eternal Winter. Any creature that succumbs to the icy grip of this spell becomes a frozen monument, forever trapped in a state of eternal cold.
This spell cannot be dispelled.
Ender of things, goddess of ice, lend me your breath.
Freeze them to a silence deeper than death.
Even the affluent perish in this cruel world.
The inescapable deeds of the past life declared by the gods.
As water runs from high to low, take away all life.
Show me a world standing still as though time itself had frozen.
Show me eternal, ultimate beauty indestructible, unassailable.
I reject understanding, I seek perfection.
Life gathers, undulating, reeking, displaying the horror of its procreation.
I will not accept it, I will not understand it.
I long for a scenery of pure white.
I long for a beautiful world of death.
I long for a world where all creatures are buried and closed off.
I long for everything to end. end. end.
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