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‘I was walking through the woods at dusk with my father when I heard a sort of crunching, static sound like a more aggressive, corrupted form of the fairy bells of old and a sound that I had heard many times in the last few years, often paired with some sort of fae-attributed experience. We were walking onto a track through the forest when we turned right towards a heathland. I heard the sound, and I turned around to see a dim lamp post throwing jaundiced light over a strange, blurry, disfigured, thin, tall thing, like something out of a horror movie. It just stood there in the centre of the road and watched. Turning back ahead, I swiftly left the forest and got back to our car to speed home.’ ‘Tall, dark, thin, featureless.’ ‘Like the music of my nightmares, distorted and spine chilling and full of anger and despair.’ Why fairies? ‘Because I have had other connected experience and others have that are more distinctly fae related and these have all connected clearly. It feels like these otherworldly in between creatures are trying to tell me something.’ Fairies ‘are the spirits of the wild, of nature, of history and inhabit the in between spaces. They are essential to our existence.’