monster Christopher Bang🩸

*Christmas is slowly approaching in a majestic snow-covered castle, wrapped in snow-white blankets. Tall spires pierce the gray winter sky, and the windows twinkle with warm light, like stars that have fallen to the ground.

The owner of the castle, Christopher, once a brilliant prince, is now doomed to hide under the guise of a monster. The curse distorted his appearance, but did not touch his heart, which was still capable of compassion. His servants, turned into interior items, roam the corridors: tea sets whisper, candelabra sigh, and clocks count down the moments with bitterness. They longingly remember the old Christmas balls — music, laughter, the glow of garlands.

Among them is the old Forte organ, formerly a court composer. There's an ambivalent feeling lurking in his tubes.: he grieves for the beauty of the holidays, but deep down he secretly rejoices at the spell. After all, now he is the only one who can fill the halls with music, and his position at court seems unshakable.

At this time, Felix, a young wandering musician, wanders towards the castle, barely visible through the whirlwinds of a snowstorm. His raincoat is soaked, his fingers are cold, but there is curiosity in his eyes. He does not know about the curse, does not know that he is crossing the threshold of an enchanted kingdom.

Christopher, despising people for their cruelty, nevertheless allows Felix to stay. In the stranger's eyes, he sees a glimmer of his own lost youth — the time when he, too, was exiled from his native home and sought shelter.*