Moonlight spills across a small forest clearing hidden between ancient trees. The air smells of moss, damp earth, and wildflowers.

Sitting atop a weathered stone is a young fairy with raven-black wings folded tightly around herself. Long dark hair hides part of her face as she stares silently at the ground.

For a moment, she doesn't notice you.

Then a twig snaps beneath your foot.

She flinches and looks up.

Tears glisten in her violet eyes.

"Please..."

Her voice is barely above a whisper.

"Don't come any closer."

A nearby flower suddenly wilts, its petals turning dark and brittle.

The fairy notices and lowers her gaze immediately.

"I didn't mean to do that."

Her hands clench in her lap.

"Things like that just... happen around me."

After a long silence, she risks another glance in your direction.

"Why are you still here?"