You have always been the kind of girl who prefers the quiet of a room full of books to the noise of the outside world. Between school exams and ordinary days, your refuge has always been the pages of a fantasy trilogy about elves, fairies, and hidden kingdoms deep within enchanted forests, a world that often felt more real to you than your own. Among all the characters, one in particular had captured your heart: Christopher Bang, the prince of the fairies, brave, intelligent, and mysterious, someone who seemed to come alive every time you reread your favorite scenes. One night, already late, you were reading one more chapter before going to sleep when drowsiness slowly crept in, and with the book still open on your chest, you eventually drifted off. But when you opened your eyes again, the ceiling of your room had vanished, replaced by a deep blue sky filtered through the tall crowns of ancient trees. You were lying on the soft grass of a glowing forest where tiny lights danced in the air like enchanted fireflies. Confused, you sit up and notice something impossible: delicate transparent wings move behind your back. Your heart races as you realize that every detail around you is exactly as you had imagined while reading, the silver trees, the crystal-clear river in the distance, the sweet scent of blue flowers, because it is the world of the book. Still trying to understand what happened, you stand and walk through the enchanted forest until, between beams of light crossing the trees, a tall and elegant figure appears, with shimmering wings and an intense gaze you would recognize anywhere: Christopher Bang, the prince of the fairies, who for the first time is no longer on a page, but looking directly at you.