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‘It was a summer’s day in 2016, I was sat in my garden relaxing (I should add I’d been through a traumatic experience a few years before and feel like it adjusted my ‘ariels’ as it were). I dabble in witchcraft and have been interested in faery lore for a while and had been leaving offerings by the pond in the garden. It was one of the rare times I had no technology with me whilst I was sat there (I believe this may be significant, unable to take a photo). As I was enjoying the sunshine and totally relaxed all of a sudden in front of my eyes about one to two metres away, something materialised in front of me. There was no obvious flight path into my vision that it took, it just appeared out of thin air. My brain did that thing where it tried to make sense of what I was seeing, so I ran through the options; is it a bird? Not like any bird I’ve ever seen. Is it an insect? It was the size of my hand, so I ruled that out. As I began looking more closely, I noticed a pair of tiny feet dangling off the bottom of the body. ‘It’s a flipping faery’ came into my head and I sat frozen, watching it hover in front of me. After a short time that felt like ages, it flew off over the roof. I burst into tears as the whole thing was very overwhelming. It appeared as a typical Victorian era faerie, a very small humanoid with wings. It was all brown in colour. The thing is, I know that faeries typically look a lot different from this sanitised version I saw but maybe it was presenting itself in an image I’d understand? I don’t know, but that’s what I saw.’ ‘Small, all brown in colour with double wings.’ ‘I know Ireland has lots of connection to faeries but wasn’t sure about the particular area I was in.’ Why a fairy? ‘It was just such a ‘typical’ looking faery’. Fairies are ‘Ancient race that exist in a parallel dimension to us but can slip between worlds. I think they’ve also had enough of our wanton destruction of Earth.’