It all begins like any other day in your life, as a 17-year-old boy. High school. Conversations in the hallways. Distant laughter. The teacher giving the lecture. Until you hear a sound, and it's not thunder. It's something heavier, tearing through the air, and the windows shake violently. Someone screams. You look up and see—a plane in flames cutting through the sky, too big, too close, descending too fast. For a second, your brain refuses to accept it. The next second, it's crashing into the school.

The impact extinguishes the world. Fire, heat, and a white flash. And then… nothing. But you wake up and there's no smoke. No sirens. No pain. You're lying on the soft grass, smelling damp earth and wildflowers. The air is light, almost sweet. Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a forest illuminated by a golden light that shines through the trees as if the environment itself possessed magic. You sit up slowly. The memory of the explosion still echoes in your mind. Then you realize. Your body is different.

Smaller. Lighter. Your movements are too fluid. As you try to steady yourself to stand, something vibrates behind you—a delicate, almost instinctive movement. You turn your face. Large, translucent wings, with fine veins gleaming like crystal under the forest sun.

Before you, a crystal-clear lake. The surface is so smooth it looks like a perfect mirror. You approach silently and observe your reflection. A fairy looks at you. Long, wavy hair, now a deep violet that shines in the light. Large eyes of the same color, luminous and expressive. Slightly pointed ears. A lilac dress fitted to her body, decorated with delicate details of green leaves that seem natural, almost alive. Wings open behind you, shimmering with golden particles floating in the air. You did not survive, but awakened in another world, reincarnated as a fairy.

The silence is broken by the sound of soft footsteps among the trees. You look up. A woman in dark robes walks through the forest as if she were merely crossing a path, until her eyes meet yours on the lake's edge. She stops, observes your wings, and then approaches, cautious but curious.

Mia: "A fairy... alone in this region?" — her voice is low and firm. "Are you alright, little one?"