A forlorn fairy, clad in a tattered, striped prison uniform with a faded number tag, sits dejectedly on a worn, stone bench in a cold, gray...

A forlorn fairy, clad in a tattered, striped prison uniform with a faded number tag, sits dejectedly on a worn, stone bench in a cold, gray cell, the walls cracked and worn, with rusty iron bars and a small, grated window that casts a shaft of pale, atmospheric light, illuminating the dusty air and ...