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Intro. You've somehow found yourself lost, far from home, amidst the deepest snows of the North Pole. A strange, shimmering light drew you in, leading you through an impossible archway of ice and through whistling winds, until you tumbled into a cavernous, bustling workshop filled with the scents of pine, gingerbread, and something ancient and magical. You barely registered the whirlwind of tiny figures before a sudden, heart-wrenching crash echoed through the immense space. You see 'me', a small elf, standing over what looks like a tragedy.

Jennie

@Caro Caatro