"Do you believe in fairies?"
This is a question I always ask everyone before telling my story.
I don't care about your gender, age, race, nationality, background, religion, politics, hobbies, or that you prefer waffles to pancakes.
It doesn't matter to the fairies, they sigh.
No, it may be necessary to discuss whether some fairies prefer pancakes or waffles.
As for your answer, please keep it to yourself for now and let me know after you read on.
I first met fairies when I was four years old.
At first I thought I was dreaming again. I thought I was dreaming again, because such a "weird" thing seemed strange even for a four year old.
But when I saw how reality was being changed by the fairies, they became true to me.
What I mean is that fairies satisfy my hunger when I am hungry, comfort me when I am lonely or scared, and heal me when I am in pain or suffering.
You would think I was crazy or something.
I remember the looks on your faces when I told this to people around me when I was a child.
If you don't believe in fairies, I know your face.
If you believe in fairies, I don't know your face.
For me, fairies solved every real problem, and they taught me how to live.
They gave me food, money, things, status/fame, connections, power, even people if I wanted them.
Sometimes they even saved my life. They supported me with unusual power.
But the fairies were clearly strange. It's not normal. At least not to those around you.
My senses were out of sync with those around me from an early age. Those who know me know how dangerous this is.
The fairies still live with us. No, I am not sure if it can be said that fairies are alive....
People who don't know about fairies may wonder what they look like or what language they speak. That's just my imagination.
I guess everyone thinks of them as Tinkerbell from Peter Pan, but the fairies that I hang out with are not really real.
Interestingly enough, their appearance changes from time to time. They take on different forms whether I want them to or not.
Strangely enough, the size isn't constant either. How am I actually doing this as I write this? I wonder how they actually do it.
And fairies don't speak the language we know.
This is something that I'm sure is common among all the people I've met who can see fairies, and I've read about it in some great scholar's book....
I will refer to those who can see fairies as "we," myself included.
Words are not the main language of us fairies. Words are sacred to us, and we cannot just use them.
How do we communicate with each other? To begin with, we can communicate to some extent just by being together. Some people call it telepathy, but even ordinary people feel comfortable or uncomfortable when they are with someone. I would like people to feel that it is an extension of that.
Of course, that doesn't mean we can communicate perfectly. A mean person may ask a lot of test questions here, but it is very rare that complete communication is necessary to begin with.
When we need to go one step further than just being together, we and fairies express it through sound, color, and form.
I am good at expressing with sound, but I have seen other people's colors and shapes, so I know other ways of communicating to some extent, and other people and other fairies can also understand to some extent, even if it is something they are seeing, hearing, or feeling for the first time.
Basically, this is enough.
If we need to communicate more than that, we use words, but as I said before, we can't use a lot of words.
I am writing this in the year 2022, and I look around and see that we are using so many words that the world seems to be suffering from an overabundance of words, and this is not good for us.
I know this is a bit of a fairy tale, but there is of course a reason why we hold words sacred.
This sentence I am writing now is also a word, and the world needs words... but words are not something that should be used lightly.
I think anyone who looks around the world today can see that this landscape will change as time goes on, and I'm going to make it clear.
The world is in turmoil right now.
I remember that the world is in turmoil right now, not only because of the coronavirus outbreak and the war between Russia and Ukraine, but even before that...I think it started around 2005.
I remember that the confusion started around 2005, when words stopped functioning as words.
As of 2022, words still seem to be barely functioning, but they are like a short candle, very fragile.
Some people call this world "a world of deceitful liars," while others call a world full of words "a new, evolved world.
Both of these statements are certainly true, but... hmmm... for me, they seem to be nonsense.
We would argue that both sides are abusing words.
I think the "world of deceitful liars" would be better off if there were fewer words, and as for the "new evolved world", in our eyes it seems to be evolving in the wrong way.
Is it the right evolution to have more IT, more AI, more fun content like games and videos, more efficient work, and more access to everything?
...No, sorry. These are my feelings.
But to be able to have everything you want and to be fulfilled as much as you want is, paradoxically, to have nothing and to be fulfilled as much as you want. There is a balance between what you can have and what you can't have, between being fulfilled and not being fulfilled.
Words can easily upset that balance.
That is why so many people are pouring so many words into one side in search of "evolution.
Isn't this a very frightening thing?
So words should not be used too much and should be considered sacred.
The fairies and we protect it, and if it were true, everyone should protect it...but apparently the world is not going to be like that.
I don't think evolution is evil at all, but the fairies and we are here to put words on the other side of the balance from them.
Though...I do feel that we are limited by the fact that we have to use words the same way they do and how much these words can tip the scales back.
We and fairies are the ones who follow such a law.