Engulfed and Invisible beyond swathes of deep black smoke, and by the steady trundle of Carriages across rickety cobblestones, an antique of a building; humble and small, slept near the corner of the street. A stout, cobbled chimney puffed with warm smoke.
Sizzling through the window panes was a warm, happy glow. Inside, a few, regular customers scoured the shelves, their faces hidden beneath bowler hats and wire rimmed glasses. Lining the shelves was a small army of wooden toys: Nutcrackers, emblazoned with intricate designs; dark oak ballerinas,and music boxes; amongst a number of heirlooms and antiques, placed behind dusty glass cages.
Behind the checkout, a small man, hunched back, with a long grey mane of hair, napped on a wooden chair. Comforted by the fact that his shop was warm with customers. Each toy cast a long, clouded shadow up the wall. An army of black shapes, overcome by the warmth of numerous long candles.