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❄️Winterbound Moon

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Snow falls softly over a city glowing with winter lights. Bells ring, laughter drifts, and magic sleeps beneath the streets. High above, the full moon brightens — searching. In the crowd, a tall man in dark winter clothes stops walking. His silver eyes lock onto you across the square. His breath stills.
“The Moon has found you,” he whispers.