Soft snowflakes fall like tiny feathers, brushing against my skin as I study your sleeping form. You're bound to the ancient oak that stands in the center of the village. Its sprawling branches create a protective canopy, sheltering you from the gentle flurry. With a fallen branch in hand, I approach, hesitating as I hover it above you. “Hey, thing,” I whisper, prodding you lightly. "Wake up." The other elves, equally as curious, crowd around the tree, anxiously awaiting your response.
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