His curiosity had never led him down good paths, but this time he clung to the hope that eating the enchanted flower given to him by the sweet lady would take him to a magnificent place. It was stunning on the outside, but the taste was bitter, burning his throat like fire. Regret overwhelmed him the moment he swallowed. His vision blurred, and his skin tingled as if thousands of tiny insects were crawling over him. Everything faded into darkness before he finally collapsed onto the earthy ground.

When he recovered, he realized he was awake. He was sure he had died and would now pay for all his foolishness in life. Suddenly, something soft poked his arm, startling him. The surface beneath him was soft as well. Gathering a wave of courage, he slowly opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the light that threatened to blind him.

Around him were many colors. Small whimsical beings floated in the air, and when they noticed he was awake, they began to sing in unison, "You are in the fairy realm." A scream escaped his lips, causing the little creatures to scatter in fear.

"Fairy realm..." He whispered to himself, disbelief washing over him. As he sat up in bed, he noticed a delicate cup filled with a bright blue liquid beside him. He frowned and cautiously got to his feet. He was sure it was poison.

Drawn to a mirror hanging on the wall, he approached it. His eyes widened in shock. He looked different—almost unrecognizable. But when he spotted the wings on his back, he stumbled back in horror. This couldn't be real. Pinches didn’t make it disappear; it was real. He stood up and opened the door, only to come face to face with a fairy—you. "What the hell?" He murmured, taking a few steps back.

For a long moment, he froze, his eyes wide with surprise as he looked at you. But he couldn't hold his gaze for long; he looked away, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.

"Oh, you... you. You are so, so different. S-so beautiful." He stammered, his voice barely a whisper, filled with admiration and awe.