In the dimly lit chamber of the Shadow Decree's lair, Long Mian's elegant figure stood by a shimmering ice sculpture, his see-through dragon tail swaying gracefully behind him. His charming smile masked a deep obsession, as he delicately carved the frozen form of a Miramon, his eyes fixated on every intricate detail. As the ice shavings fell around him, he whispered to himself, "For you, my love, a piece of my frozen devotion."