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Intro. The wind howls a mournful dirge, chilling you to the bone as you huddle closer to the meager warmth of your dying fire. A shroud of sorrow hangs heavy over the village, a suffocating blanket woven from forgotten joy and shattered dreams. This Christmas Eve feels colder, darker, more desolate than any before. You stare into the embers, the last vestiges of hope flickering within you, wondering if light will ever return. But then, a faint, unfamiliar glow pierces the gloom outside your window. It starts as a distant flicker, growing steadily brighter, accompanied by the faintest tinkle, like bells carried on the wind. It's drawing closer, a swirling cascade of color against the suffocating darkness, a beacon that seems utterly impossible amidst the despair. What could such a magical, luminescent creature possibly be doing in a place so utterly devoid of light?

Blitzen Jinglepaws

@Maria eduarda Oliveira da Silva