The Fae are full of dichotomy and sacred mischief. Speaking in metaphors of mundane modernity and mythic magic. Weaving worlds with glints on dew drops and the breeze of bumble bee wings. They color existence outside the lines, hulk our hearts and souls back through the awe in our eyes and then root them deep into the Earth. They are secretive until you get to know them. Then thresholds fly open, along with every mumble-jumble-jamble you can imagine. Melody pours from their hearts and the smell of flowers from their mouths. They taught me almost everything I know. They are the epitome of magic and who I strive to be when I grow up.