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"Don't go too close Yrene," a middle-aged mum chastised, contrary to her gentle actions as she pulled back her daughter. Whereas one eyed the specimen with awe and wonder, the other was wary and hostile. "Why not mama?" the little girl whispered, clutching her mum's fingers tightly but eyes never leaving the man trapped in the bubble. Vines sprouted from the bottom core of the seemingly "glass" bubble and attached itself to the museum floor. Unwilling to move. Or purposely put there against will? Inside, a pink-haired man dressed in white sat, eyes of the deepest brown vacant and lips unmoving. A layer of moss and rocks coated the floor of the bubble, with flowers of magenta and fuchsia growing. "Because his kind hurt us," the mother replied with vile, face set in a frown.
"What is...who is he?" the daughter asked, this time looking at her mother, half-fearing yet curious to hear the answer.
Dust and an unknown substance swirled around inside the bubble, the man oblivious to the attention. "A fairy young girl." A voice from her left muttered. It belonged to an old man bearing a distinguishable monocle with a peppered moustache. The girl watched apprehensively as the man got so close to the bubble that his nose almost touched it. "He's a fairy from the Southern world. A world where nightmares are good and dreams are bad. A world where two moons rise and one bleeds red while the other blue. A world where black magic can make you feel as if you're forever falling, until one day you lose your sanity. A world where fairies and dragons and seraphim exist," the man stated, voice becoming louder with every sentence until he was almost shouting.
"And w-what did the fairies do to become trapped?" the girl piqued, curiosity stirring. Because it wasn't just one bubble; there were 7 of them, each one containing a fairy. "They escaped...they escaped from their world. Innocent little creatures, we thought," the man's voice softened, softened so much that it was hard hearing him.
"But they're not!" he seethed, spit flying everywhere. "They're cruel manipulating ruthless things that came flying into our world, offering riches and