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<p>Long ago, in a misty valley nestled between emerald mountains, there lived a village terrified of the monstrous Nian. Every winter, when the moon grew thin, the beast would descend from the shadows, devouring crops, homes, and even children. The villagers trembled, hiding in caves, until one frosty year, a shimmering snake named Ling slithered into their midst. </p><p>Ling was no ordinary serpent. Her scales glowed like jade, and her eyes held the wisdom of ancient rivers. “I can help you,” she hissed softly. “Nian fears courage and light. Together, we can drive him away.” The villagers doubted—how could a snake defeat a monster? But Ling’s calm resolve kindled hope.</p><p>On the eve of Nian’s return, Ling coiled herself around the village well, her scales reflecting the moonlight. When Nian lunged, roaring with fiery breath, Ling struck. She twisted her body into a living barrier, her venomous fangs biting at the beast’s claws. The villagers, emboldened, clanged pots and lit firec...