Dear Dreamers,
I have recently stumbled across a hamlet of Faeries that have been residing behind my old shed for, it appears, some time. The trees behind it back onto an old forest, and I've found tiny doors made from bark and leaves at the bases and higher on the trunks of some of the older trees. Apparently my home once belonged to a young girl who caught Faeries between the pages of books, about a hundred years or so ago, or that's what I gathered from some diaries I found, at least.
The Faeries are cautious if ever I attempt to approach them, and often they flutter away to hide - clearly the Faery-Catching tales are true. I bring small