With a thunderous crash, everything fell apart.
The music stopped, and the dancing ceased.
Everyone looked around, trying to find the source of the commotion.
Nothing was clear..
But it seemed as though the last fairy had fallen.
Beautiful she had been, with golden wings tinted with the effects of a prism.
Her golden hair had hung down to her waist, with eyes the colour of grass.
She glittered, and shined with the passion of a thousand moons.
But now, there she lied...no more..
Fallen into a well, as her heart slowly faded.
The thunderous crash of the last beat echoed through every nearby soul.
The world was never going to be the same again.
As days began to pass, many moved on and forgot that fairies ever existed... all except for one little soul.
She wept for days; mourning over the lost beauties.
Lying in the grass of her neighbors meadow, the clouds decided to finally pass over, and let the moon shine through.
She realized then, as the white light poured into her heart, that she had begun to shine and glow, just like the last fairy had.
Her skin glittered...but her heart remained a glass rock.

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