一隊身穿鎖子甲的人在暴風雪中穿越黑松林，以火把照亮前路；Seedance 2.0 打造的黑暗奇幻場景

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風穿過黑松林，彷彿一把鈍刀刮著骨頭。雪不是落下來的——它斜掃而來，刺進衣領的縫隙，融化成一陣尖銳而突如其來的疼痛。火把的光在白茫茫的風雪中搖曳，照出一棵樹幹、一根樹枝、一小片地面——接著又把它們交還給更深沉的黑暗。他們緩慢前行。靴子陷入雪中，發出沉悶的碎裂聲，每一步都像是在和森林爭辯：拜託，別注意到我們。有人咳了一聲，立刻就後悔了——那聲音迴盪回來，細弱而令人難堪，彷彿樹木正在嘲笑他的恐懼。鎖子甲照理說早該被體溫暖熱了，但它沒有。這是一種不對勁的寒冷，彷彿有一股看不見的寒意正從外向內爬過金屬。

The wind threads through the black pines like a dull blade scraping bone. Snow doesn’t fall—it lashes sideways, stinging into the gaps of a collar, melting into a sharp, immediate pain. The torchlight trembles in the white storm, revealing a trunk, a branch, a sliver of ground—then surrendering it back to the deeper dark. They move slowly. Boots sink with a muffled crunch, and every step feels like an argument with the forest: please don’t notice us. Someone coughs once and regrets it instantly—the sound rebounds, thin and humiliating, as if the trees are laughing at his fear. The mail should be warm by now, tempered by body heat, but it isn’t. It’s wrong-cold, as though an unseen chill is crawling over the metal from the outside in.