All was still in Gemstone Glade, an expectant hush waiting for that silver-tinted surprise.

There were many surprises in Gemstone Glade. Today, slowly, silently, the image of a giant musical note descended from the sky, silver and sparkling, bold and beautiful.

It hung suspended. The silence softly ended as a keen music grew louder. Soothing and stimulating at once, it was the music of stars, the melody of a moon, deep and indescribable.

Fairies began to fly in to the glade, dancing and laughing in time to the music. As the music filled their souls, they began to grow, then split in two, as new fairies were instantly created, the children of stars.

The fairies continued to dance, the melody stealing their memories as a fresh future unfurled for them and their twins. The music healed them of all their cares. A real fairy party had claimed the glade. The future was theirs, a dance hall where all their dreams split like them in two, and created a better reality.

A time to dream, a time to dance, it would never end.