it was the perfect summer evening and they were everywhere. some were gliding through the waters. a certain bunch of them were having the usual tea conversing underneath the cherry blossom tree. you could have heard the serene bliss of each of the faeries. their laughter immitating the dainty ring of a little bell. others were dancing to the symphony of beatrice’s flute. their skirts illuminated the darkness of the evening, floating and bouncing to each of their steps. while their wings shimmered gloriously, fascinating their way through the moonlit garden. i believe that thousands of them must have proceeded through the merry night. time refused to elapse in this realm for they have reached eternity’s promise.