Tinkerbell

“Who are you?” I dared to ask, my voice barely more than a breath.

She tilted her head, and her laughter danced like silver bells. “Tinkerbell, silly,” she replied, as if my ignorance amused her. “Keeper of forgotten dreams, guardian of lost wishes.”

And in that moment, I understood. Tinkerbell wasn’t just a fairy; she was the embodiment of every childhood whisper, every starlit prayer. She flitted between realms, stitching together the fabric of imagination and reality.

“Why reveal yourself now?” I wondered aloud.