Before 2020 decided to hurtle headlong into unchecked chaos, I stumbled upon a fairy ring as I wandered the nearby woods. Fairy lore is quite clear on the subject, warning mortals against stepping inside, but curiosity got the better of me. After all, curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back.

And that’s how I ended up in the Unseelie Court, face to face with the faerie queen and her subjects. Pixies and pucks and brownies and gnomes. All gathered around their queen in a surreal blur of horns, wings, and feathers.

Had I known what 2020 had in store, perhaps I would have remained among the fae. But alas, I did not. I’m not saying I’m actively seeking out fairy rings to flee this timeline and disappear among the fair folk…but if I chance upon another one, you can bet I’ll enthusiastically leap into it without a second thought.