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Am I dreaming? You look around and find yourself in a cluttered study. A large leather chair sags with age, creasing in crisscrossed patterns, deep and fleshy. It's mahogany legs curl into paws, clawed at the tips. The large desk beckons, taunting. It's covered in large scientific textbooks with a fancy Edwardian scrawl. Blue ink, spilt on a particularly large book, dried to form puddles of splotchy shapes that look like faeries.
Huh, I'm not in a counselor's office… You shake your head, imagining an old, kindly counselor holding up black ink blotches, smiling passively. ''Now, honey, what does this remind you of?'' You shudder and continue snooping, acutely aware of every little detail in the small, messy room. The glow of a stooped lamp catches you eye and you notice multiple hourglasses with strange carvings resembling an alphabet of some sort.
Underneath one of them lies what looks like a research paper, yellowed with age. Entitled "The Faery Folk", it displays a variety of old photographs and diagrams, accompanies by large amounts of complicated text and detailed maps of the different regions mentioned in it. Now, you pause, puzzled. The feeling of being watched slowly creeps throughout every pore, every cell in your being. You look around, confused and scared, and to your utter dismay find nothing.
Then, from somewhere in the desk's depth, a tinkling voice emerges.
I am an albino Nymph. The voice is high, sweet like honey. It's also incorporeal. Another shudder. You look around.
Have you come to see me? I do like visitors…
Born from the dewdrops culminating around white roses of Shenkuu during the lunar New Year, we albino Nymphs make up .03% of the faery populous. Are you looking at me? I can tell… My eyes are cloudy and white because I can't see. Don't be scared, I know many are when they first see me. I was born without sight, an unfortunate evolution of my species, but with that loss sprung a cornucopia of other gifts. My voice, crystal like a bell, can disguise even the most far-fetched lie. Don't worry, I usually only tell the truth. My ears? They're similar to an usul's, but keener. The fluff around them protects my delicate, ultra-sensitive eardrums. My eyelashes are very long. Can you see them? They lack pigmentation and are very thin and spidery. You can use a magnifying glass if you like, I really don't mind. This is just as fun for me as it is for you, I hardly ever am allowed to talk to humans! Come, you will find one in the 3rd cupboard to your left. I know I'm awfully small, 5" tall and 1" wide, but don't judge a girl based on her height. Now, come, come…look closer.
Bones creeps around in the dead of night, lamenting his fallen beauty. He was once a handsome, narcissistic faerie but fell prey to an evil curse that condemned him to roam around the world in a sort of purgatory, not able to escape to death or be revived to life...

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