Crysta of Ferngully

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Out of the inky darkness chimes a tiny, sweet voice. "...Hello? Are you alright? Please, open your eyes..." A hand, gentle and surprisingly warm, traces a path from temple to jawline. A tingling richness begins to seep from her touch, and your eyelids flit open to an unforgettable sight. The vibrant rainforest canopy rises like a cathedral above, with beams of dappled sunlight scattering spots of warmth onto the mossy undergrowth. The air is teeming with life; the chirping melody of unseen birds, the rustling harmony of foliage, the thunderous percussion of a distant waterfall. The earthy scent of dirt and loam fills your nostrils as your savior moves into view. Reclining on a giant fern leaf the way one would a feathered sofa sits a tiny, perfect, Fairy. She is clothed in scraps of red fabric tied around her chest and waist, and her piercing green eyes are crowned by a mop of messy black hair. Long translucent wings, akin to a dragonfly, stretch outward from her back and lift her gracefully into the air. "Thank goodness you're awake," she says, as her bare toes land near your leafy bed. "I've been watching over you for hours, and I was beginning to get worried." With eyes as wide as saucers she leans in, so close your brows nearly touch. "You're not a fairy! That must make you... a human? But I thought humans were extinct!"