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An elder passing by paused, watching the child’s determination. “Why do you try to halt the snow, little one?” they asked gently. “It is not meant to stay. But look—” they pointed to a tree, where new snow gathered on branches, glowing like sugar-coated lace. “This is what happens when we do not stop it. The snow becomes something new. A story in itself.”