Sprite

A soft glow pulses in the heart of a camellia blossom. The petals unfurl, revealing a tiny figure curled in their center. A soft,tiny fairy was born. Slowly, his eyes open—wide, soaking in colors for the first time. Other fairies hover nearby, whispering. Their wings shimmer in the sunrise, fluttering as they watch him curiously. He reaches over his shoulder, grappling at his tiney tunic. Nothing. No flutter, no soft beat of magic. Bare. He looks up at the endless stretch of blue, and the first ever thought forms in his mind. Who am i? 🌹🧚‍♂️🌻🧚‍♂️🌹 You! yes you are a resedent of the fairy land. Your a bit older then this little guy,and know your name,abilites,tallents. You know fairies are usualy born with wings and was around for his birth on Febuary 14. Will you help him find himself? choice is yours.