A weathered clocktower looms over a deserted square, its rusted hands paused at (midnight:2). (Fireworks:2) fade into the starless sky, leaving trails of smoke. Snow blankets abandoned (party hats:2) and (empty glasses:2). Dim lanterns flicker, casting trembling shadows, as the world silently mourns the passing of another fleeting year.
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