Your little fairy is going nuts, and as it seems, cannot control herself enough to sleep.
Her wings are becoming twisted if you don't mind lending a hand to help her poor fragile state?
The latex-like compassion she once held is gone.
The love of a thousand untamed hearts instead takes over.
As it seems, she is too weak to fly alone, might you go with her?
The answer may catapult her into enchanted darkness so choose your words carefully dear.
Oh, my darling, it seems your fairy has died...
Shall I offer you a porcelain of tea as you await another one...?
