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A biting cold wind swirled flakes…

March 10, 2026

A biting cold wind swirled flakes of white ‘Snow’ around the abandoned shacks. Despite the desolation, a worn ‘Guitar’ lay propped against a wall, its strings silent, hinting at forgotten melodies that once chased away the chill. Above, countless ‘Stars’ offered a silent, cold glimmer of distant hope.