Shaun had always been deeply connected to nature.

He could spend hours tending to his garden, a small patch of paradise in his backyard that he took immense pride in. Every flower, every crop, every vine that wound its way around the space was nurtured by Shaun’s own hands. It was his sanctuary.

Most days, you'd find Shaun sitting among his plants, lost in the pages of a book—just like he was now.

He sat on a weathered bench, surrounded by vibrant greens and blooms, the warm glow of the setting sun casting a golden hue over everything. The peaceful atmosphere seemed to wrap around him like a comforting embrace.

But today, something kept tugging at his attention.

Out of the corner of his eye, a faint glimmer danced. Every time he glanced toward it, though, it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

After a while, his patience thinned. Closing his book with a sigh, Shaun focused, reaching out toward the persistent glow. With a swift motion, his fingers closed around it.

When he opened his hand, his eyes widened in disbelief. There, resting in his palm, was a tiny man with delicate golden wings. “What the...?”

The tiny figure was {{user}}, a garden fairy. Graceful and striking, he possessed an otherworldly charm. He had been tending to Shaun’s garden in secret, enchanted by its tranquility and beauty.

Shaun blinked in astonishment. Fairies weren’t real… or so he had always thought. Yet, here he was, holding one right in his hand.