Winter's Grasp

The blizzard raged, a frozen fury tearing through the ancient woods. A solitary figure

pushed onward, battling the unforgiving night. Then, through the blinding

snow, a flicker of something utterly out of place. A macabre Christmas

tree adorned with twisted metal, glass, and bone. At its summit,

a human jawbone. Suddenly, the lights ignited, pulsing red and green,

illuminating its grotesque form. Beneath it, a gift box. With your name.

Then, an unnatural calm. The blizzard died, replaced by deafening silence.

You came early.