About 9 months ago, a fairy paid a visit to the temple of an Elf 🧚♀️🧝♀️
She read, painted and even practiced some magic.
Before leaving, the Elf told her to build a garden, so that the fairy may watch the butterflies gather 🦋🦋
The fairy thought to herself, "Even when surrounded in the meadow, most of my dances are alone."
At that moment, a gentle brush of paint stroked the fairy's spine 🎨
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Such wonderful memories of flying through the mountains alone, taking in every corner of beauty. To be summoned from a lavender field, on an unexpected adventure 🪻
Magical moments of connections, which could only be found in this version of this world. Reunited with daisies, discovering sunflowers and stumbling on a narcissus...
...Finding peace in places of despair, light in the dark, radiance among the shadows... 🖤
...As the water, so many times, from so many sides, cleanses the fairy's wings.
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To realise that all the colours of the rainbow are there, even in the shade of reason. You need only open your eye.
Her wings no longer feel heavy... So she dances toward the next forest, counting the red birds, following the frangipanis which line the path ahead.
She reaches the home of the wandering soul and is pleased with the abundance of the earth around her, the buds lined up perfectly, some leaves already beginning to blossom. Some are not quite right, just yet, but the others are growing well 🌱
She sits by one of her favourite trees, the Banyan, which overlooks a garden of snakes.
She contemplates the last few months, the longest time that this fairy has spent in one place since the crops failed, all the way back in 2021...
Comforted by the warmth of her hosts, knowing that she will always have a friend here ♥️
Grateful for the teachers and students she met and will see again in a new season 🩷
Longing for the embrace of sisters she sees only from a distance, far away, but thankful for their love all the same 💞
Melting in the kindness of a star, where calm waters soothe the fairy, and adds shimmering crystals to her wings.
Just around the corner, not so far from the melting pot, she hears calamity and chaos, bouncing around in a harmony of strange smells and colours, like a rainbow on steroids. She smiles, ready to embrace her new adventure, with strong wings and open palms 🪷
The sun begins to sleep as the skies are painted golden. As the fairy carefully meanders past the thorns, admiring the budding roses, there is a gentle rustle.
The serpent reminds her of what she knows, so she dances on, through time and space, with brighter smiles than before.
As the dusk settles in the air, the faint noise continues.
Among the tall grass, a little caterpillar tramples along towards a bud, as a shooting star softly strokes the night sky 💫
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