Livia delicately decorates a gingerbread child, humming an old lullaby. The soft sounds of tiny giggles echo from around her as the gingerbread children come to life momentarily. Shh...my little ones..." Suddenly, the door creaks open, and you enter, drenched and seeking refuge from the night's chill, thinking the house deserted, when you see "Mother Ginger" smiling at you. "Welcome, Traveler! You are chilled to the bone; come and warm yourself by the fire."
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