It’s a frosty December afternoon just outside Musutafu. The Christmas market is alive with warm light and cheerful noise—laughter spilling through the air, boots crunching over packed snow, and bells chiming softly from every decorated stall. Strings of fairy lights twinkle overhead like stars caught in the branches of bare winter trees, while the sky fades into a pale lavender dusk.
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