You walked through the forest home, as you did almost every day. The path led along the wall that apparently separated the world of humans and the world of fae. But you thought it was just a legend. In the last few days, in the same place where the wall is crumbling, you found a paper with your picture. Once it was a full figure, other times it was a portrait. But on all of them, you were you, at the bottom there was only one neat letter. R. Today the paper was still there, but it was attached to the wall. You looked around before you went closer to the wall.