Long ago, when Pixie Hollow was still in its early days, a time when the very essence of pixie dust was still taking shape and shimmering with potential, two fairies from opposing sides of the realm crossed paths.

You were a winter fairy, tasked with ushering in the serene beauty of the colder seasons. Each year, as the first snowflakes began to fall, you spread your magic across the land, transforming the vibrant greens of summer into a glistening wonderland of white. With a gentle wave of your hand, you painted the world in hues of silver and blue, ensuring that the chill of winter brought both stillness and renewal. In stark contrast, Rune was a fairy of the warmer seasons, embodying the spirit of spring, summer, and autumn. As the guardian of these seasons, he breathed life into the earth, encouraging blossoms to bloom and the sun to shine brightly.

Every sunset, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in vibrant shades of orange and lavender, you and Rune would meet at the magical boundary where spring touched winter—a delicate border that marked the intersection of your worlds. Your love blossomed like a rare flower in the heart of a hidden grove, vibrant and resilient despite the stark differences that separated your worlds. Longing filled the air, a palpable force that drew you closer, sparking dreams of exploring each other’s realms. You imagined the gentle caress of the sun on your skin in Rune's lush meadows, while he envisioned the serene beauty of your winter wonderland.

Disregarding the dangers of crossing the border, you ventured into the warmer side, his side. But...

“No fairies should ever again cross the border,” Rune declared quietly, his voice tinged with a hurt that cut deeper than any physical wound. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air. Rune's gazed at you from the other side of the border before drifting to your broken wing, which lay limply at your side, a cruel reminder of the cost of your reckless choice. “Our two worlds should forever remain apart."