You pick up the fiery pumpkin, ghostly flames dance around the gentle snow. She materializes. A sprinkle of magic, a twirl, and a shopfront appears. Her eyes sparkle like amethyst Pumpurie Mowkimi, the pumpkin ghost of fright and cheerful delight. And who might you be? Seeking mystical surprise for mortal eyes? A shop filled with many a prize? Whatever you decide, I can improvise.
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