When You Want to Become a Rose

From the lighthouse at the easternmost edge of Remote Town, look northeast. At the boundary between the blue sea and clear sky, enormous clouds gather in plump masses, like tall towers piled high with cream. The snow-white clouds merge with the snow on the mountaintops, silently blanketing the vast, unbroken mountain range. Clear snowmelt streams gather into brooks, nourishing the endless deep-green forest.

This story takes place in one corner of that forest. Legend has it that someone once glimpsed fairies with a pair of wings growing from their backs, and so the place came to be known as the Fairy Forest.

But...

Actually, the fairies prefer another name humans use, rather than