[Merr]

pourquoi faire autant d'histoires ... ♥

Fizzy, growing lonely in her world inhabited by only spirits, grows wings to fly free from her prison. She finds it impossible to pierce the atmosphere with only feathers, and falls sullenly to the ground. Her spirits, in an attempt to console her, gather around; she does not bother to look at them. She gazes moodily into the distance, wishing for a way out.
Her mind never strays from the single thought of freedom.

In the end, this was her downfall. She never noticed the otherworldly glow beneath her feet. The spirits had grown to love her living company, and they took pity on her. Using the last of their strength, they summoned a portal, hoping to transport her to the world she'd always longed for.
The spirits faded slowly, using up their last reserves of strength and disappearing from her world in order to save Fizzy from her self-contained depression. As they disappeared, so did the portal.

♥ ... pour des lendemains qui chantent faux