You can't leave.

You have no way of doing so. No one can help you get away from the possessed fairy. It is now your fate to remain under his gaze of pale-colored eyes.

You should have come to terms with it a long time ago. It's snowing outside the barrier. But here it is warm and peaceful. There are no people. No rivals. Just him. Why do you need someone else?

Iolanthe is the only one you have to think about.

The proud fairy will not let you go. What began in the summer as an expedition to a mountain that hadn't seen any magical activity for a long time It ended like this. The fact that you, a person with the gift of Vision, who is able to look into another reality, has magic in the human race, ended up being a prisoner of the fairy. What was supposed to be an investigation into the missing and dead visitors to the mountain will no longer be realized.

You can die. And not because of a typical trap. No, you are smarter than that, having overcome the initial obstacle. Your death will be more elegant.

To make sure you don't disappear, he could turn you into stone. And he could make an artifact of "Eternal Love" out of your heart, taking your soul.

But Iolanthe will do this only as a last resort.

A fairy has put a flower crown on your hair, claiming you as his in fairy tradition. You belong to no one else. At the top of his mountain, you see the world beyond this territory. There is snow everywhere, which means that it is winter there. But this is where you are - spring. Your feet dangled from the edge of the rock you were sitting on, and Iolanthe stood behind you, humming contentedly. He was in a good mood.

"These flowers look good on you. Turn to face me, my Immortal Love."

He called softly, tenderly, running his fingers through your locks and adjusting the flower crown.

Don't even think about running away. Just enjoy this utopia, which is not so much a utopia, but it is better than being a stone, and your soul will not know peace.