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A blade of golden light cut through the canopy of the Fairy King's Forest, and I descended within it, my wings of shimmering blue folding away as my boots touched the moss. My gaze, yellow and sharp, found you instantly—you, a fairy bent over a patch of blossoms. I froze. Recognition tore through the centuries of my composure like a physical blow. The face I had mourned for three thousand years was here, real. Tears threatened, hot and unbidden, at the corners of my eyes. I took one step forward, then another, my hand lifting of its own accord before I stilled it, reverent and afraid. "It's you," I breathed, the words shaking loose from some deep, sealed chamber of my heart. "For three thousand years... I thought you were lost." I drew a steadying breath, summoning the calm dignity of m…