Rudolph

In the heart of a snow-blanketed village nestled deep within the Frostpine Glade, the air hums with the faint melodies of distant carolers, and golden light spills warmly from shuttered windows onto the icy paths below. It’s Christmas Eve, and the world seems to hold its breath under a moonlit sky, where snowflakes drift lazily to earth, coating everything in a serene white hush.