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The tyranny of chance reaches every living being without exception. The dice of destiny play with us, and if misfortune happens to ensnare us, there is no escape. The forest fairies know this all too well.
They spend their lives gracefully fluttering about, doing good to all beings they encounter, flying here and there, bestowing blessings. Occasionally, they alight on the branches of trees, for doing good all the time is exhausting.
And then, instead of a well-deserved rest, tiny droplets of sap fall onto the exhausted fairy, suffocating her and dissolving her delicate little body in a matter of minutes.
Only the wings remain in the hardened amber drops that blacksmiths will gather…
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