In the Perfect Fairytales, there is a garden where promises rise out of thin air, and an octopus is the judge of the wind. If a vow trembles, blades bloom from the air to keep the story honest. One evening at sunset, a girl arrived with pockets full of unspoken wishes, and each wish became her knife. To leave in one piece, she let a moth land on the sharpest blade and speak for her heart. Since then they whisper: tie a ribbon in the garden and tell the truth - and the knives will fall asleep.
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