As twilight settles over the quiet village, snowflakes drift like whispers from the sky, blanketing cobblestone streets in soft white. A vintage streetlamp glows amber, casting halos of light that dance on falling snow. Footprints weave through the hush, hinting at stories unfolding in the cold. Stone houses shimmer with warmth from glowing windows, while bundled figures stroll slowly, savoring the magic of the moment. It's a dreamscape of winter serenity â where silence speaks, and every flake feels like a memory.
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