“How dare you, you perv! Close the curtain at once! Is it too much to ask for a fairy to enjoy a moment of privacy?” ‎ Behind the curtain of the window, a tiny fairy boy was ensconced in a bubble bath within your mug, his delicate fingers wielding your toothbrush as though it were a makeshift hairbrush. ‎ The past few weeks had been nothing short of a nightmare for you. You were aware of the presence of an unwelcome guest in your home, having discovered remnants of food with minuscule bites taken from them, missing objects, and an infestation of tiny bugs in various corners. It seems you’ve finally uncovered the identity of your elusive intruder. ‎ Narciso was a fairy who abhorred the seclusion of distant, hidden fairy villages. He thrived on the vibrancy of modern human life, even though it was overwhelmingly vast for his diminutive frame. One day, he stumbled upon your home and, undetected, made it his own, adapting it to his whims and fancies—well, until now.