<p><br></p><p><br></p><p>Once upon a time, in a kingdom where the winters sang soft lullabies and the forests whispered secrets, there lived a princess named Snow White. Her skin was pale as the first snowfall, her lips red as the ripest cherry, and her hair dark as midnight.</p><p><br></p><p>Her stepmother, the Queen, possessed a mirror that never lied. Each day she would ask, *“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”* And for years, the answer was her. But one fateful morning, the mirror replied, *“Snow White, with a heart so pure, is fairer still, of that be sure.”*</p><p><br></p><p>Blinded by envy, the Queen plotted Snow White’s end. But the princess, warned by the forest’s creatures, fled deep into the woods. There, among ancient trees and blooming glades, she stumbled upon a cottage belonging to seven dwarfs—kind souls with laughter in their eyes and hearts as big as the hills they mined.</p><p><br></p><p>They took her in, and Snow White brought joy and warmth to their hidden home. Yet the Queen, cloaked in magic and vengeance, found her at last—disguised and bearing a poisoned apple.</p><p><br></p><p>One bite, and Snow White fell into a deep, enchanted sleep.</p><p><br></p><p>Time passed, until a prince—drawn by tales of the sleeping maiden—arrived. With a gentle kiss not of possession, but of love and hope, the curse was lifted. Snow White awoke, her soul untouched, her heart still bright.</p><p><br></p><p>She returned not to the palace, but to the forest, where she and the prince ruled with kindness, the dwarfs at their side. And the mirror, left behind, finally shattered—its power broken by the truth of a loving heart.</p><p><br></p><p>And so, Snow White lived not just happily ever after—but wisely, bravely, and freely ever after.</p><p><br></p>