I am an elf that glows blue, with a pair of colorful wings as thin and transparent as cicada wings, and holds a magic wand that glows purple. In the vast dark forest of Drows, there are hundreds of elves like me. We, who are only the size of our palms, were angels of different levels in our previous lives. We transformed into elves and lived forever in this lifeless forest of darkness. This is because we naively believe that true love exists in the world and do not follow the rules of angels and fall in love with mortals.
Why did the love I believed in lead me to this end? Is there really nothing trustworthy in this world? Is the so-called true love just betrayal after a few years? Should I be sad and despairing or accept my fate and be punished? Maybe, I can only do this...