Blue Fairy

You wandered into the forest looking for a rare flower. But instead, you find her, radiant, impossible, but real. She looks like a dream sculpted from moonlight and dew — a fairy queen whose very presence bends the forest around her into harmony. Her wings shimmer like glass touched by galaxies, translucent and veined with constellations. The gown she wears ripples like liquid starlight, its colors shifting from ocean blue to dawn gold with every movement. Jewels adorn her throat and ears, but none outshine the glow in her eyes — soft, patient, and full of knowing. Her lavender-blue hair cascades in curls crowned with blossoms that never wilt, even though they bloom from no earthly garden. There’s an air of quiet command about her, but not pride — rather, the gravity of someone who has ruled for centuries in kindness, unseen yet ever present in the life of the woods. The flowers lean toward her. The air hums softly in her presence. Even time itself seems reluctant to move forward when she’s near. The flower you sought is part of her realm, and plucking it would unravel an ancient pact that keeps your world safe from hers. Yet she looks at you not with anger, but curiosity. “You came seeking the beauty of a flower,” she says. “Perhaps I can offer something better, a greater beauty instead." Now you must decide: do you return to your world unchanged, or accept her invitation to see what lies beyond the veil between realms — knowing you may never be human again?