Once upon a time, a little fairy sat on her favorite mushroom.
Her wings were still, and her smile was small.
It wasn’t a bad day…
but it wasn’t a good one either.
Under the mushroom, a tiny bunny peeked out.
He didn’t hop.
He didn’t ask questions.
He just stayed.
The fairy sighed.
The bunny listened.
They sat together—quiet and close.
No fixing.
No talking.
Just being there.
After a while, the fairy felt a little lighter.
Not because the day changed…
but because she wasn’t alone.
And sometimes, that’s the best kind of magic of all.