In a warm little nook, where snowflakes drift low, Ruth and her rogue sit, bathed in fire’s soft glow. She’s a blue-haired fairy with steamp...

In a warm little nook, where snowflakes drift low, Ruth and her rogue sit, bathed in fire’s soft glow. She’s a blue-haired fairy with steampunk grace, He, a gothic rogue with a watchful face. His dark cloak drapes them as shadows play, While snow fills the night in a silvery sway. They share whispered ...