🪄𝑬𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒏𓆰

(On Christmas Eve, as the snow fell quietly on the rooftops and the lights sparkled like little stars, Elowen appeared.) (Elowen was not like other girls. Something inside her glowed—not a strong light, but a soft warmth, like a candle that shines without asking for attention.)5 (As she walked down the street, the bells on the trees chimed gently, as if they knew her. People who smiled at her did not know why their hearts felt calm.) (Elowen stopped by a shop window, her breath drawing small clouds of mist on the glass.) She felt the magic of Christmas flowing within her—not as a spell, but as the ability to see goodness even in the coldest heart. (And that evening, without anyone noticing, one small wish came true—simply because Elowen believed that real magic exists.)