A crystal, shimmering gold. A captured sun, living magic.
A gentle touch to feel the life. To feel the life that fades away. So many deaths around her.
So many suns extinct.
But not this one. This one is alive and vibrant, she feels the magic.
In the distance, she hears a human curse her name.
A stab at her heart, a part of her gone.
The captured sun is fading. Not going with a roaring blaze.
Just fading, almost impossible to see. She clutches it, she tries to seize the life.
She can feel a fairy dying.