A Fairie is a-flutter in the pages in your hands. She sprinkles magic fairy dust and tangles all your plans. She does so just to ruin you, to make you writhe in pain. For you she feels distressed, disgust, discomfort and disdain. But look, you can, into her world, a window I can draw. Observe, you will, the Fairie land, its majesty, its awe. Its hope, its loss, its mystery, its each and every flaw. The Fairie air is pure, a fresh and different shade of white. Advised, you are, however, from the darkness to take flight. With caution turn the pages, for an evil lurks within. Enough with tender foreplay, let the Fairie Tale begin.