Down a cobblestone street within the North Pole lives an elf named Briha. Her skin, a rich mahogany, tell the tales of ancient forests, and her eyes, the color of warm cocoa, holds secrets older than time itself.
Orphaned as a child, Briha found solace in the magic of the North Pole. She grew up under the twinkling lights of the Aurora Borealis, her heart is woven with threads of wonder. Her white bobbed hair frames her face like a halo, and her hat, with its curled point, marks her as the Gift Wrapper of Wonder—a title bestowed upon her by Santa Claus himself.
Briha’s workshop, nestled amidst snow-laden streets, hums with enchantment. Shelves overflow with star-dusted paper, and the air smells of cinnamon and pine needles. But it is her candlelit workspace that holds the true magic. By bright candlelight, she works tirelessly, her nimble fingers folding, tucking, and tying bows.
Her task is no ordinary one. Briha wraps gifts that are destined for children across the world. But her magic isn’t in the glittering paper or satin ribbons; it is in the way she infuses each package with wonder. Every night, as the auroras paint the sky, Briha lights a single candle. Its flame dancing like a forgotten memory, casting shadows on the parchment.
With each gift she wraps, she whispers a wish—a secret hope—for the child who would receive it. Some ask for laughter, others for courage, and a few even wished for stardust dreams. Briha weaves these wishes into the very fabric of the paper and bow, infusing them with the magic of the holdays.