Moonlit Way grows quiet this time of year, save for a whisper said to drift through the winter air—an old North Pole tale about a tiny outpost tucked somewhere along this stretch. The story claims that when December deepens, a faint holiday message travels through the cold metal and shadowed corners here, carrying news meant for those who know how to listen.
Most passersby never notice a thing. But seekers with a keen eye may sense which part of the scene feels just slightly different. Follow the hush of the season, and you may find that even the smallest fixture can hold a hint of Christmas work.
Handle with care, and return it exactly to its place. The signal depends on it.