The winter forest sleeps under thick snow, bare branches stand tall like silent starting signals.

She wears a streamlined racing suit, frost still clinging to the edge of her goggles. Noticing the cold tightening her significant one’s shoulders, she quickly sets up a campfire in a nearby clearing.

Orange flames flicker like sparks from a roaring engine, crackling as they bite into the wood. Warmth spreads through the fabric of her suit. She turns to you, her racing boots crunching softly in the snow. It feels as though, in the very next moment, the two of you will set off together toward the next stretch of the course, accompanied by firelight and heat.

—Happy Activation Date, Rosetta!
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