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Drink from the pool in the deep woods. Find your vision blurring, brightening, twisting and colorful. Your steps grow unsteady as you quest for a warm spot in the sun in which to lie.
Do not wake. Put roots down. Stretch your limbs and bloom into a beautiful home for fairies.
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One step at a time, a creature who was once an angel trudges into the woods, following eyes glowing in the dark. Her halo is cracked. Bloody stumps on her back mark where proud wings had been before some act of terrible violence ripped them from her.
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The power of the fairies' blessing touched the body of her lover and they stirred to life once more.
Weeping, she held them in her arms again, glad she never lost hope.
She ignored her friends shouting their warning. Her lover's eyes, now open, were dark, empty pools.
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It's a strange party you find yourself in the middle of. You had no idea your friends knew so many different creatures from every plane you've heard of—and a few you haven't.
You don't see anyone you recognize right now, but everyone is chill, and you lower your guard.
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A long time ago, when these woods weren't quite so thick, so uninviting, so hostile to intruders, a witch and her beloved wooden doll lived in a cozy little house.
That doll, so well made, outlasted both the house and the witch.
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Your coworker at the Bureau is a faerie. That's fine, right? Everyone else obviously thinks so—or at least politely ignores this obvious fact—even if letting her roam freely seems to be antithetical to the whole purpose of the organization you work for.
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One last step, and the broken creature who was once a demon arrives at their destination.
It must be so much easier, they think, for an angel to simply fall. A demon's slow trudge upward from the Infernal Demesnes is a rather more manual process.
It's an invitation, don't you see? I just think you'd like it here.
My fingers dance along the ground, just on the other side from you, the boundary between earth and sky just another surface for me to skate along.