As Medusa, Aleysia, and the others stepped inside the grand mansion in Oymyakon, they were immediately struck by the warmth and the cosy, inviting interior. While the biting winds even in the summer had greeted them upon arrival, the moment they crossed the threshold, they were enveloped in a warm, comforting embrace.
The mansion's vastness was palpable, its expansive rooms and towering ceilings dwarfing the more modest structure they had encountered in Longyearbyen. Ornate furnishings and intricate décor adorned every corner, hinting at the wealth and opulence that permeated this frozen sanctuary.
"What were you thinking when you made this?" Aleysia asked softly, her voice barely rising above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might disturb the serene atmosphere.
Medusa stood near Aleysia, her expression contemplative, a faint smile playing on her lips. She looked around, her eyes glimmering with a mixture of nostalgia and pride.
