Beneath the trees and beyond the fields where sunswept dustmotes play on the wind and dew still dangles from the branches, there is a place. It’s a quiet place where birds chatter and bees buzz and the susurrus of butterfly wings tickle your ear as they dance by. In this place, princes and princesses, and queens, live and laugh among the fairies. Sometimes, if you’re very quiet, they will come out, and then, just as suddenly, they are gone, like a whisper and a sigh, never to be seen again.
