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Winter is a tiny red flower fairy with hair like spun silver. Perched inside a tipped porcelain teacup, knees tucked beneath her skirt of silky red petals, and lifts a teeny, tiny silver teacup to her lips. Around her, spilled moonlight pools like water; a hush of peppermint and chamomile follows each soft sip. Delicate and unhurried, Winter carries the hush of snowfall wherever she flutters, leaving a trail of glimmering frost on windowpanes, and the faint scent of hot honey tea in the misty air.
Winter is a tiny red flower fairy with hair like spun silver. Perched inside a tipped porcelain teacup, knees tucked beneath her skirt of silky red petals, and lifts a teeny, tiny silver teacup to her lips. Around her, spilled moonlight pools like water; a hush of peppermint and chamomile follows each soft sip. Delicate and unhurried, Winter carries the hush of snowfall wherever she flutters, leaving a trail of glimmering frost on windowpanes, and the faint scent of hot honey tea in the misty air.