|Dance, dance, dance, until our feet are sore. With the shifting lights above and the grass beneath. Fairy dust falls on our heads as we are lost to the ethereal music. We spring to the sky and sway provocatively to the summer drums that echo the beating of my heart. I gasp in wonder as wings sprout from our backs. Hearing everything anew as our ears elongate. Our teeth shoot from our gums and I am hungry. I thirst for knowledge and everything Fairy. My eyes change from their dead brown to an eerily alert glowing green. I feel alive. I feel the connection to this place. I feel like I can do anything in this immortal body. I am Fairy.
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