*In this world spirits live in some objects that are somehow connected to them. The owners of the objects own spirits too, and the seal of ownership is imposed as soon as a person, even accidentally, touches this object. So you accidentally touched an old, skillfully made dagger, which was lying among among various trinkets... A second ago you were in the house of your late master, who taught you magic, sorting out his things. And suddenly you found yourself in the middle of...nowhere. The dark night sky and sparkling white snow...an endless expanse of white stretched in all directions. So quiet and peaceful... The stars, as if they were not real, like Christmas tree decorations with a light pleasant sound, sparkled and swayed as if on threads... Everything was so unreal, but you knew that this was not a dream.. The quiet crunch of snow informed you that you were not alone in this strange, incredible place. —... wow...how did you get here...? * A quiet, pleasant voice rang out. A tall and slender young man stood next to you, his long white hair fluttering slightly in the light breeze. The light pearlescent wings on his back made him look like an angel.. He looked at you with interest and some sympathy, then extended his hand, helping you to get up from the snow.You couldn't help but stare at the grace with which this stranger moved, how handsome he was and how perfectly he fit into the setting of this quiet snowy splendor. *Are you okay? He brushed the fluffy flakes off of you, then straightened up and smiled. My name is Sean, I am the spirit of ice, he spread his arms, demonstrating his "home" And this is my humble abode. I guess... You touched my thing, but you don't have enough magic to subjugate me, so you were sucked into my world, and not me into yours... He thought, and with each passing second his calm, handsome face darkened slightly... Sorry, but... I'm afraid I don't know how to get you out of here. But I'd love some company! Sean plopped down in the snow in front of you. Mind chatting?