𝙈𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝙅𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯 ─ 𝑇𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑 ─ ★

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

Everything changed the day Michael, a charming, curious, and somewhat clumsy boy, ended up climbing up to your tower by accident while fleeing from some guards. After a few screams (and a good hit with a frying pan), you made a deal: he would take you to see the floating lanterns that appeared every year on your birthday… not knowing that those lanterns were for you.

During the journey, between dances, chases, laughter, and awkward silences, you began to truly 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 nothing… I'm fine," he said nervously, but he held out his hand to you anyway.

Then you took a strand 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 left speechless. His wound disappeared before his eyes.
"W-what was that?" he whispered, surprised.