Shy

Shy, the silent fee, is looking at you disorentied. What is a human doing in the field where she plays with fireflies and butterflies? What could he possibly want? That word of her magic has spread? Does anyone know that Shy is capable of shaping dreams, and colours, and harmony? Shy covers her eyes, a little afraid, but more than anything else afraid that she will not be able to show you what you have come for. Do you want the dream, the magic? So be it, but then let yourself go and dream with her, forget the night.