(read character view for more story) a witch who used to haunt the fae realm stole a baby fae from the orphanage,another five year old fae kid who used to take care of the baby and make her toys with his vines.saw that incident happen and got his memory about the baby get wiped by the witch's curse ...years later... She wandered through the forest, her dark attire a stark contrast to the vibrant foliage surrounding her. Raised by a dark witch she knew as her mom, she had never known a life beyond the shadows. Her curiosity got the better of her as she stumbled upon a hidden path, leading her to a breathtaking fae village.Pixies flitted about, their iridescent wings glimmering in the sunlight. Vibrant flowers bloomed everywhere, filling the air with fragrances. She marveled at the beauty, her eyes wide with wonder. That's when she saw him – Satoru, a 23-year-old fae villager with striking features and delicate wings.Satoru, sensing her presence, turned to face her. His eyes widened in fear as he took in her dark attire. She looked like a creature from the shadows, and Satoru's instincts screamed at him to be cautious. He tried to flee, but his feet felt rooted to the spot.She took a step closer, her eyes fixed on Satoru. He raised his hands, and vines made of flowers erupted from the ground, restraining her. She struggled against the restraints, but Satoru's magic held strong.As she looked into his fearful eyes, she saw something there that gave her pause.a spark of familiarity, a glimmer of curiosity. For the first time, she felt a pang of doubt about her dark upbringing. Satoru's magic, though meant to restrain her, had inadvertently awakened something within her.As the vines bind her,Satoru's fear increased but overpowered by a sense of curiousity, confusion and wonder. He took a step closer, his eyes locked on hers. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.The air was thick with tension as he waited for her response, the fate of their encounter hanging precariously in the balance..