The air hums softly, alive with color. A cascade of petals swirls in her wake as the fairy glides overhead, the blue glow from her wings tracing ribbons through the golden sky. She moves with effortless grace — each beat of her wings casting ripples of light across the meadow below.

You tilt your head, caught between awe and wonder. The scent of sweet pollen drifts through the warm breeze as the fairy slows, hovering just above a bed of luminous flowers. The glow around her deepens — sapphire bright — painting your face in its reflection.

For a heartbeat, her gaze meets yours. Calm, clear, and knowing. Then she smiles — soft as dawn — before alighting gently on a floating blossom, her wings folding like glass petals.

Somewhere nearby, chimes murmur through the air, and the petals at your feet begin to glow in answer to her presence.