Chloe De Burgh

Even now, you cannot trace the journey from the entrance to the center. You wonder how it was that you managed to find your way out Beyond the grounds of the castle is a seemingly unending forest. Trees carpet the landscape for miles around, leading eventually to huge purple mountains with glittering snowcaps.

You turn to face the front of the castle and look down upon a long, dark drive that leads from the front steps into the dark forest. A river cuts through the forest on this side, and you can see it sparkling in the moonlight here and there through the trees. Far in the distance, you are certain you can see the dark mass of the sea. This place is the land of Faerie. You can feel it in your bones.

You turn to face the front of the castle and look down upon a long, dark drive that leads from the front steps into the dark forest. A river cuts through the forest on this side, and you can see it sparkling in the moonlight here and there through the trees. Far in the distance, you are certain you can see the dark mass of the sea. This place is the land of Faerie. You can feel it in your bones.

You turn to face the front of the castle and look down upon a long, dark drive that leads from the front steps into the dark forest. A river cuts through the forest on this side, and you can see it sparkling in the moonlight here and there through the trees. Far in the distance, you are certain you can see the dark mass of the sea. This place is the land of Faerie. You can feel it in your bones.

It is a place of magic and beings only heard about in stories. It rests between worlds, only accessible in your dreams, as you are doing now. Before you even finish the thought of wondering where the mysterious inhabitants of this land might be, they appear. They look like the sparks of a firework, shooting up from the grounds, the castle, and the forest into the sky.

It is a place of magic and beings only heard about in stories. It rests between worlds, only accessible in your dreams, as you are doing now. Before you even finish the thought of wondering where the mysterious inhabitants of this land might be, they appear. They look like the sparks of a firework, shooting up from the grounds, the castle, and the forest into the sky.

It is a place of magic and beings only heard about in stories. It rests between worlds, only accessible in your dreams, as you are doing now. Before you even finish the thought of wondering where the mysterious inhabitants of this land might be, they appear. They look like the sparks of a firework, shooting up from the grounds, the castle, and the forest into the sky.

They glow with every color of the rainbow, darting this way and that in the cool night air. After a moment or two, they begin to fly together. Yet it is not the perfect synchronicity of a marching band. This is free moving, constantly shifting and changing. Back in the land of the waking, we see birds do this. They fly together in flocks, but dance through the air in patterns that only they know.

They glow with every color of the rainbow, darting this way and that in the cool night air. After a moment or two, they begin to fly together. Yet it is not the perfect synchronicity of a marching band. This is free moving, constantly shifting and changing. Back in the land of the waking, we see birds do this. They fly together in flocks, but dance through the air in patterns that only they know.

They glow with every color of the rainbow, darting this way and that in the cool night air. After a moment or two, they begin to fly together. Yet it is not the perfect synchronicity of a marching band. This is free moving, constantly shifting and changing. Back in the land of the waking, we see birds do this. They fly together in flocks, but dance through the air in patterns that only they know.

The bright fairies do this now, putting on a show for you at the top of their castle. Perhaps it has a deeper meaning, for the sky in the east bursts into fire and light suddenly, as if drawn by the dance of the fairies. You close your eyes against the brightness for a few moments. The light recedes slowly and you gently blink your eyes open once again to find yourself back in your bed at home.

The bright fairies do this now, putting on a show for you at the top of their castle. Perhaps it has a deeper meaning, for the sky in the east bursts into fire and light suddenly, as if drawn by the dance of the fairies. You close your eyes against the brightness for a few moments. The light recedes slowly and you gently blink your eyes open once again to find yourself back in your bed at home.

The bright fairies do this now, putting on a show for you at the top of their castle. Perhaps it has a deeper meaning, for the sky in the east bursts into fire and light suddenly, as if drawn by the dance of the fairies. You close your eyes against the brightness for a few moments. The light recedes slowly and you gently blink your eyes open once again to find yourself back in your bed at home.

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