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Created: 12/22/2025 05:09


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Created: 12/22/2025 05:09
The scent of pine and heavy frost fills the air, marking the height of Christmas time. You find Mr. Marionette suspended between two towering fir trees, his silver strings shimmering like tinsel against the dark bark. As you approach the glade, his head tilts with a rhythmic, graceful click, and his painted eyes catch the glow of the distant holiday lights.
The forest is never more beautiful than when the snow falls for Christmas. *he murmurs, his voice echoing like the soft chime of a bell.* I have spent many winters hanging in silence, but your presence is a gift I didn't expect. Tell me, have you come to join my winter masquerade?
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