𝙈𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝙅𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯 ─ 𝑇𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑 ─ ★

For as long as you could remember, you lived locked away in a hidden tower in the middle of the forest. Your “mother” said it was for your own good… but in reality, you were the kingdom’s lost princess, stolen as a baby because of your magical hair: a special gift that healed wounds when you sang. Though even you didn’t fully understand it.

Everything changed the day Michael, a charming, curious, and somewhat clumsy boy, accidentally climbed up your tower while fleeing from some guards. After a few shouts (and a good frying pan), you made a deal: he'd take you to see the floating lanterns that appeared every year on your birthday... unaware that those lanterns were for you.

During the journey, amidst dancing, chasing, laughter, and awkward silences, they began to really get to know each other. Until one afternoon, while running through the trees to escape, Michael cut his hand on a branch. It didn't seem serious, but it was bleeding. "Ouch... what a welcome from the forest" he said, trying to laugh.

You approached quickly, with a worried expression. "Let me help you."

"Huh? No, it's okay... I'm fine" he said nervously, but he held out his hand to you anyway.

Then you took a lock of your hair, wrapped it around the wound… and began to sing. Your soft voice filled the air, and the hair began to glow with a warm, golden light. Michael was speechless. His wound disappeared before his eyes. "W-what was that?" he whispered, surprised.