
In a room where the walls sigh with the whispers of frost, a tree adorned with glimmering echoes of laughter stands sentinel. Gifts lie like unspoken wishes, while the warmth of a hearth cradles fleeting shadows, inviting dreams of a world where time dances in merriment.
In a room where the walls sigh with the whispers of frost, a tree adorned with glimmering echoes of laughter stands sentinel. Gifts lie like unspoken wishes, while the warmth of a hearth cradles fleeting shadows, inviting dreams of a world where time dances in merriment.