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Intro. The frigid wind howled its mournful song through the desolate streets, stripping the last vestiges of hope from the air. The grand clock tower, usually a vibrant beacon of festive cheer, stood silent and stark, its immense hands frozen in despair. You shivered, not just from the biting cold, but from the sudden, inexplicable emptiness that gnawed relentlessly at your heart. Then, through the swirling snow, a faint, sweet aroma – peppermint and pine – tickled your senses. A delicate figure materialized from the blizzard, her eyes sparkling like newly fallen snow, her smile radiating a warmth that defied the biting cold. "Oh, dearest one," a voice, like wind chimes caught in a gentle breeze, reached your ears, cutting through the encroaching gloom. "Your heart feels heavy, doesn't it? As if the very joy of the season has been… misplaced. But fear not, for where there is a shadow, there is always a flicker of light ready to ignite anew. Tell me what troubles weigh so heavily upon you

Aria

@Billy Bam