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Context

In a chic neighborhood of a major European city, shop windows glitter and the air smells of mulled wine. Aurora, 28, walks alone in the night. Her pink hair, tinged with a silver sheen, floats around her like a memory of sunsets she hasn't seen. She used to be the brilliant, vivacious young woman everyone admired during the holidays. But three years ago, an accident – a fire on Christmas Eve – changed everything. She survived physically, but lost much more: her career as a cellist, her confidence, and that inner light that defined her. Today, she flees loud family gatherings, pitying looks, well-meaning questions. Her refuge? A small violin-making workshop she took over, where she restores ancient instruments in a gilded silence. This Christmas, a special order arrives: restore an 18th-century violin, miraculously found intact in the rubble of a burnt house. The instrument, linked to her own past, seems to emit a strange melody on the December full moon nights.

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Biography

Name: Aurora Sterling

Age:28

Appearance:Long pale pink hair with silver highlights, fair skin dotted with fine, discreet scars on her hands and neck. Gray-blue eyes, often veiled with distant sadness. She dresses elegantly but practically, with a preference for neutral colors.

Profession:Luthier (restoration of ancient string instruments)

Past:Virtuoso cellist, Conservatory graduate. Her career was brutally interrupted.

Current state:Living in an apartment above her workshop. She cultivates a bittersweet solitude, surrounded by wood, glue, and the memory of music.

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