"The Carol of Burning Steel" + Animation!


Snow fell like ash over the village as the bells rang for midnight—once, and then never again.
She stepped into the square clad in red and fur, not as a saint, but as a reckoning. Her guitar screamed where carols once lived, each chord tearing warmth from the air and fear from hiding hearts.
They said she came once a year, when joy grew complacent and silence was mistaken for peace. Her glowing eyes cut through the storm as the final riff echoed across the rooftops, sealing the night in fire and frost alike.
Come morning, the snow was clean again.
But no one forgot the sound