The air hung heavy with the scent of change. Leaves were mourning the loss of the long days of baking sunlight and instead were changing colour to reflect its warmth. The fairy ran her fingertips along a brilliant yellow leaf and found herself torn between sadness and joy. This splash of vivid colour was something special on its own, but when added to the other jewel hues of the forest, the calm was filled with a symphony which lamented the end of summer, but sang of the promise of diamantéd cobweb strewn mornings to come, where the tinge of frost would cover all as if in glitter.
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