Siliently the fairy glides through the forest here, visiting h'er treehouse of old. Sad sh'e is, that it is so quiet, that so many have dissappeared, some going stealth, some leaving, some however remain, the fairies and the flowers, there are a few left.
Sh'e seldom comes this way now, h'er closest friends are in another world, one sh'e also enjoys. But sh'e is still a part of this forest, sh'e watches, silently, not visible, but sh'e is still in h'er treehouse, candles and incense still burn, silk blows gently in the wind, and there is a flower in the middle of h'er table, the table set for trans, where all are welcome, and few can understand the way of the nonbinary.
So quietly sh'e blows a kiss to the forest, winks at the flower, and with a spin, vanishes again in a golden blur of wings, until sh'e appears again.
Blessings my dears from Satinjoy the fairy.