"Come away, O human child
To the waters and wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand."


Now playing: "Fairy Tale" by Enya

Once, long ago, fairies existed on the same plane as humans, unseen and undetected, masquerading as mere mortals. They lived off the power of human dreams; the more fantastic the dreams, the more the fairies thrived. For eons their existence was assured, as there seemed to be no limit to what man could imagine. And then came the age of reason.

Cold hard reality began to replace human dreams. The industrial revolution served to bring man into the realm of science, and slowly imagination was losing its grasp. No longer able to be sustained by the dwindling power of human dreams, the fairies began to lose their enchantment, and thus their existence on the mortal plane became threatened. Rather than become trapped in a world of mundane, a chosen few decided to flee to their home in Arcadia. The rest, forced to remain on the mortal plane, became one with the humans, destined to forget their fae existence.

But the dreams of man would not stay down forever. Miraculously, imagination began to emerge again; man began to dream, and his dreams were bigger and grander than ever. Dreams became so vast they could not be contained on earth alone, and so one fateful day man decided to expand his horizons and fly to the moon. With that one singular event, humankind learned to dream again, and the fairies began to return to the realm of humans. Determined not to reveal themselves lest man choose to deny them and thus start the cycle of disbelief over again, they concealed themselves as mortals and walked among us once again undetected. Even now they remain an unknown inspiration, but every so often there will be a mortal who spots something different in one particular individual, something shimmering just below the surface of their disguise, which will cause the individual to stop and stare in wonderment. Most often it is a child who sees through the fae's masquerade, for their minds are unclouded by the doubt and disbelief that usually accompanies adulthood. It is because of this that the fairies value children above all else, and strive so hard to keep their imaginations in tact. They know it is within them that lies the one hope for the fairies to survive; the ability to believe in the impossible.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.

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