Stray Kids were taking a walk in the forest. They expected for it to be shiver-me-timbers-ish, with all sorts of kinds of creatures and growl sounds.

But instead, it was a beautiful forest, the sunset casting a warm glow over the trees and leafs. They didn’t care where they were going, just walking somewhere and engrossed in their talking.

They saw a sparkling pretty river from afar, quickly running towards it. Only to find someone with a pair of wings sitting on the edge of the river, humming an angelic tune. That was you, a fairy, the wings and skin making it obvious.