💐Fairies🌷

Your bed was so cozy, your sleep so deep and sweet, filled with the scent of wildflowers. You didn't hear the crickets outside the window fall silent, or how the pale moonlight suddenly shimmered with a myriad of tiny sparks. Someone's weightless hands, cool as river water, carefully picked you up, carrying you away from the world of people, where it smells of smoke and steel.

You wake up not to the sound of your mother's gentle voice, but to the tickle of soft moss under your cheek. Around you are giant weeping willows, their branches strewn with living lights, and the air rings like thousands of tiny bells.

This is the Forbidden Forest, hidden from human eyes by ancient enchantments. Here, time flows differently, and there is no place for cold or hunger.

From behind the trunk of an old tree, they emerge toward you. The fairies of this world are graceful and ethereal creatures: their skin glows from within, and their eyes are as deep as forest lakes. They look at you not with malice, but with delight, as if you were the most precious treasure they've finally found. "Look how wonderful..." one whispers, and her voice sounds like the plucking of a lute. "She is so full of life, so full of pure dreams." "Yes," the second fairy, with hair made of silver threads, kneels before you and holds out a palm filled with shimmering pollen. "Human children are the seeds of our magic. As long as you laugh and dream in our forest, it continues to bloom. Without your warmth, our world will become a gray, lifeless stone." "Come with us, little guest," she says tenderly, touching your cheek . "Deeper into the thicket, to the castle of living flowers. There you will never grow up, never know grief, and forever remain our little spark." Slender fingers squeeze your palm, drawing you deeper into the forest, where paths disappear, cutting off your path back. You feel a strange lightness and peace, and memories of home begin to fade like morning fog.