December’s Last Bell

In the depths of an eternal winter, where ice whispers ancient secrets, an ethereal elf fairy finds her body bound by cerulean ribbons. Beneath the frozen lake, pale fingers reach up from the depths - all that remains of the one who once claimed ownership of her dreams. Time has woven a tale of servitude and liberation, where Christmas bells no longer ring with joy but echo with memories of broken chains. The fairy's wings shimmer with newfound freedom. Behind her delicate appearance lies the strength of countless silent winters. Now, as aurora dances across the frozen ground, she sits there alone - her story etched in ice, her future is no more unfettered by the weight of endless Decembers. Only the frozen lake knows what truly happened that night that a fairy chose to write her own ending to a tale which had bound her for far too long. Some say if you listen closely on winter nights, you can hear both the tinkling of fairy bells and the fading echoes of a deeper, darker symphony from Santa’s corpse.