Other fairies have to go through heavenly thunder before they can cultivate into human form, but when I am conscious, I am just a railing in a huge house, and the chance of cultivating into human form is very low. Other fairies are foxes, rabbits, and the like, who can seduce people, act coquettishly, and act cute, but I am just a thoughtful railing, exposed to wind and sun every day, and I feel like the paint is about to peel off. . .