Tiny Doors on Tree Trunks Leading to Fairy Homes In the oldest oak of the Whispering Woods, a knot in the bark glows faintly. A tiny arched door, no taller than a dandelion, painted periwinkle with a brass acorn knob. Behind it: a spiral staircase of roots leading to a fairy parlor lit by dewdrop chandeliers. Next tree over — a red mushroom-cap door with a welcome mat of moss. Inside: a bakery where fairies knead cloud-flour into moonbiscuits. And under the willow, a door shaped like a four-leaf clover. Open it, and you’ll find a library of leaf-books, each page whispering a cow poem. Rule of the woods: Knock with kindness. Leave a thimble of milk. red-heart :smiling-face-with-halo: :smiling-face-with-heart-eyes: