when i was younger i read a book about fairies and it said that sometimes you can see them dancing in toadstool rings after the world has gone to sleep
so i went outside late that night, hoping to catch just a glimpse
it was mesmerizing to see them twirl and dart about, paper thin wings fluttering in the dark, the clear, chime-like music coaxing me forward
what that book didn’t tell me was what happens if you step into the fairy ring, because one minute i was drinking it all in with a hand outstretched, the melody of their song sticky like syrup, and then i am
where am i?
i don’t recognize this place
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i’ve been walking for a long time now. everything looks the same. it might be a dream, nothing feels like anything here.
i haven’t seen my parents for a while. i wonder if they miss me.
memories seem to be slipping fast, falling into jagged cracks in the stone. i’m sorry. i don’t remember anymore, but think you were important to me.