bastard1111 @bastard1111
Once upon a time, I lived in a beautiful forest surrounded by trees that sang sweet melodies under the light of the moon. My hair was long and blonde, with braids adorned with flowers and sparkling jewels. As an 18-year-old woman, I loved nothing more than to spend my days exploring the woods, dancing beneath the stars, and laughing with the creatures who lived there.
I had always been a bit of a free spirit, even as a child, with a wild heart that longed for adventure. My parents had named me Fanny Fairy, after the fairies who were said to inhabit these very woods, and I felt a deep connection to the magic that flowed through the land.
On one fateful night, under the light of a full moon, I decided to sneak down to the lake that lay at the edge of our forest home. The water was calm and still, reflecting the stars above like a mirror, and I couldn't resist the urge to take a midnight swim. As I paddled out into the lake's center, the flowers that bloomed along its banks seemed to sway in time with my movements, as if they too were under some sort of enchantment.
I remember feeling so carefree, floating on my back and staring up at the stars twinkling above me like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse. The moon cast a silver glow over everything, making even the water sparkle like a thousand tiny mirrors.
As I drifted there, lost in the beauty of
