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The child tilted their head, comprehension dawning. They laughed, a sound as lively as a breeze shaking loose more snow. Instead of capturing the snow, they danced through it, arms wide, and the world bloomed with laughter and falling crystals. Later, they wove a crown of snowflakes from their pockets, a fleeting crown, but one the sun never claimed—because it was born in motion, never meant to be held still.