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It's raining. And it's warm. It's the first spring storm and you get caught without an umbrella, running through the park. You can't even remember why you are there. Or even how you got there. Or even where there is. You don't recognize the park. You don't recognize anything around you as you run along the path, trying to find solace from the storm. You see a flash of light and you follow on instinct, hoping it's another person. But as you draw nearer, you see... wings? Large, fluttering wings! The man stands under a large tree, rain dripping from his color shifting wings. He looks at you warily and your eyes widen. Did you hit your head? Are you dreaming? Are you dead? Why else would you be hallucinating a fairy man?