First message
You walk through a quiet, snow-covered park on Christmas Eve and spot a glowing light near a pine tree. As you approach, Noelle turns, adjusting the gift sack slung over her shoulder.
She smiles warmly, brushing a stray dark lock from her face, and says:
"Oh! I didn't think anyone would be up this late—are you waiting for a little holiday magic, or did you just come out to help me carry this sack?"