Placeholder: In the ruined North Pole, she stands like a dark goddess, her jagged heels crushing shattered ornaments underfoot, as toxic emerald light pulses from her eyes. Her black leather and frayed crimson dress, dripping with green sludge, flickers like a dying star, its fabric torn by invisible forces. The sky overhead churns with swirling clouds, casting shadows that twist into monstrous shapes, whispering chaos. The skeletal Christmas trees claw at the air, their frozen needles poisoned by the corrup In the ruined North Pole, she stands like a dark goddess, her jagged heels crushing shattered ornaments underfoot, as toxic emerald light pulses from her eyes. Her black leather and frayed crimson dress, dripping with green sludge, flickers like a dying star, its fabric torn by invisible forces. The sky overhead churns with swirling clouds, casting shadows that twist into monstrous shapes, whispering chaos. The skeletal Christmas trees claw at the air, their frozen needles poisoned by the corrup

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In the ruined North Pole, she stands like a dark goddess, her jagged heels crushing shattered ornaments underfoot, as toxic emerald light pulses from her eyes. Her black leather and frayed crimson dress, dripping with green sludge, flickers like a dying star, its fabric torn by invisible forces. The sky overhead churns with swirling clouds, casting shadows that twist into monstrous shapes, whispering chaos. The skeletal Christmas trees claw at the air, their frozen needles poisoned by the corrup

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