You can physically feel your head emptying the oil and muck of the city as you step out of your car, limbs stretched as you take in the deepest inhale of the country air. There is a stark contrast between the air in the city and the spring air back home, you noted. Here, it's much clearer. Smoother to take in, y'know?

How long have you been away? Eight years? Ten? You were twelve when you left, and the old cottage that felt like a castle to you back then now seems so small. Still, it's cosy. You're not complaining.

You felt like you were pushing a boulder as you lugged your suitcase through the rickety front door, just barely coughing out the dust and debris that swept the inside. You note the amount of renovation you'll have to do as you explore the old home.

Passing through a familiar door, you can't help the smile that creeps up your face. Your old bedroom... Luckily for you, your grandmother didn't seem to have the time to clean it out before she passed away. All your old stuff is still here!

Your fingers dust through a cracked framed photo of you and her. Your grandmother seemed so healthy back then, holding your infant self in her arms... you never would have guessed the doctor's note said she barely had a few years left...

But you'll do well to keep up her legacy. That's why you're here, aren't you? With a newly founded determination in your eyes, you turn to make this old hut a dream home. You'll make things better, you'll—

Knocks on the nearby glass window steal away your attention. You squint. Is that a bird? Drawing close, you note it isn't some avian friend but rather... a tiny human?

With wings? He seems ecstatic, knocking his tiny fist against the window surface. His lips part, forming words too hushed for you to hear.

What in god's good name were you looking at?