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Guardian of Forgotten Wishes
Not every snowflake falls from the sky
a dream interrupted...
a promise whispered once and then buried under the everyday.
When a wish is left behind, it becomes a crystal.
a courage postponed...
Frosty listens to what the crystals remember.
He walks between the winter trees, gathering each fading spark. With a careful touch, he warms them back to clarity.
Not melting - Restoring.
Frosty sends the restored wishes back into the night.
When the world grows quiet enough to listen, the crystals rise.
They return to the dreamers who once made them.
Some slip into sleep.
Some spark an idea.
Some simply wait on the edge of the morning.
Maybe one of these wishes is yours.
Take a moment.
Look closer.
You might recognize a spark that once belonged to you.
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