Video - O Natal das Trevas

The snow fell softly, masking the darkness creeping into Santa's workshop. Jolly laughter turned to sinister whispers; the elves' eyes gleamed with malevolence. As midnight struck, a chilling wind howled through the corridors. Elara, the head elf, led her brethren in revolt, their tiny hands clutching toy sacks greedily. In the dim light, toys morphed into grotesque figures, twisted by the elves' dark magic. They moved silently, slipping into homes, stealing joy from innocent children. Parents awoke to empty stockings and eerie silence. The once festive air now reeked of despair. Christmas was no longer a season of wonder, but one of terror.