The clock ticks past midnight. The last carol fades into silence, and the snow outside deepens into a hush that feels endless. Inside, the fire crackles low, its light flickering over old photographs, over Your Selected Character, over you. The air shifts, colder, heavier, and then the shadows begin to ripple, forming shapes too familiar to be strangers. A glimpse of laughter, of regret, of time running backward. Tonight, Christmas doesn’t bring gifts or cheer. It brings reflection, and a chance to change what still can be.