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A beautiful but fragile crystal ball
Bartholome 2022-07-31 10:35:38
A dark version of a fairy tale. The plot has a very good meaning. Whenever a festival is celebrated, everyone will only know that it is a holiday. Everyone forgets the original meaning of the festival. Now the festival is in superficial form, and there is no spirit at all. The existence of faith, the crystal ball actually represents a meaning, a beautiful preserved but easily broken past memory. Cromps actually represents the interpersonal relationship in society. He obviously hates each other, but in order to welcome his friends, everyone's innocence when they are young will change over time, forgetting the initial beliefs and hopes, and become hypocritical and catering to the surface. Others, even if they sacrifice for them, can’t change their minds and spirits, just like HWORD, they can’t help complaining that they should actually go to his brother for the festival, but have they thought that the pig farm has no place to hide more easily? Being arrested, although it was obviously their problem, they had to put up a hypocritical face and smile to get along with each other, but they couldn’t change anything by themselves, just like the grandma tried to say it, but no one wanted to. Hearing what he said, even if you listen to Quehao and don’t care, you will only face it when things are made big. In today’s social theory, everyone does not first listen to and understand the words and values of others, but only thinks about why you don’t. Listen to me first, so in order to find a common language topic, I have to cooperate with the topic to welcome others. In this hypocritical and realistic society, everyone has forgotten the original innocent thoughts. The innocence of the past is like a crystal ball. Deep in my heart
Extended Reading
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Omi: It started with the wind, on a cold night, much like this. It was almost Christmas, but this Christmas was darker, less cheerful. But I still believed in Santa, in magic and miracles, and the hope that we could find joy again. But our village had given up on miracles, and on each other. They had forgotten the spirit of Christmas, the sacrifice of giving, and my family was no different. I tried to help them to believe again, but we were no longer the loving family I remembered. They too had given up. And eventually, so did I. And for the first time, I didn't wish for a miracle. I wished for them to go away. A wish I would come to regret. And that night, in the darkness of a howling blizzard... I got my wish. I knew Saint Nicholas was not coming this year. Instead, it was a much darker, more ancient spirit. The shadow of Saint Nicholas. It was... Krampus. And as he had for thousands of years, Krampus came not to reward, but to punish, not to give, but to take. He, and his helpers. I could only listen as they dragged my family into the underworld, knowing that I would be next. But Krampus did not take me that night. He left me, as a reminder of what happens when hope is lost, when belief is forgotten, and the Christmas spirit... dies.
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Tom: And, was drop-kicking him into the manger really the best way to handle this?
Max: Okay, that was not my fault. I was under the influence. All I had to eat was Christmas fudge and candy canes.