The fairies go down, and the rhythm of their lives is always forgotten.

When the fairies suddenly burst into ordinary men's routines with white skirts on her face, cooling her eyes and laughing, breaking his usual routine, the night's living room lights black out, and she approaches, long fingers fix his collar, breathe through his ears, the air rises, he freezes, she smiles innocently, her heart gets out of control, she drops slightly, she's dangerously close, she's dark outside the window, she's getting darker, her hands on his shoulder, and she looks like a silent invitation, a man's throat moves, and her mind shakes, and she suddenly breaks loose, she moves back, she leaves a low temperature and room.