Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there were two young men having a conversation.
“Yesterday I found a door-like in the hedge,” the younger one pointed north. “Too hard to open the door, what’s that?” he asked curiously. He really found that door at the edge of the woods.
“That’s the door to the human world.”
“They look like us, but have no wings. I heard that they are really gross and selfish ceratures. Listen, don’t ever try to open that door. Once you enter the human world, your wings will get burned. You can’t stay here without wings either, our people will kill us.”
“Don’t worry, brother.”
The next day, before the sun rose. He tried to open the door. Through a hole in the hedge, he already saw a redhead girl picking up firewood. She had no wings.
He fell in love.
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