She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "On my travels, I stumbled upon an strage coffin, crafted from a magical, alchemical ice, so pure and yet so benign. Within it lay a young girl, her cheeks flushed with the bloom of health, yet trapped in a slumber as deep and mysterious as the coffin itself."
Tina's eyes sparkled with the magic of the tale. "I realized that it wasn't the coffin alone preserving her youth, but the life-sustaining cold emanating from it. This energy, I theorized, could maintain a person's youth and even extend their life."
She paused, allowing the magnitude of her revelation to settle. "This coffin, is safely housed in the Water City, could be yours, should you choose to join me. Its secrets and its promise could be your inheritance from you mother."
