The night was filled with stars hanging across the dark sky, shimmering in faint patterns that only the heavens themselves could understand.
The full moon shone brightly above the forest, spilling pale light through the gaps between the leaves.
The night wind blew gently, carrying cool air that made the leaves sway softly, creating a calm rustling sound.
Among the shadows of the trees, a woman walked along a narrow path covered with fallen leaves.
Her beautiful, pale face was illuminated by the moonlight, while her golden eyes scanned her surroundings with careful vigilance.
Her white skin reflected the glow of the moon, as though her body itself carried the light of the night. Her blonde hair shimmered softly, like sunlight that had lost its way in the darkness.
Her steps were graceful and light. Every footstep felt like a steady rhythm.
And every time the sole of her foot touched the ground, tiny flowers began to appear from her footprints. Soft petals grew and bloomed, forming a beautiful trail behind her.
The woman moved skillfully through the winding forest, as if every path and shadow in that place had long been familiar to her.
During the walk, she softly whistled, humming a tune known only to herself.
Not long after, the line of trees began to thin.
Before her opened a vast field filled with white flowers blooming beneath the moonlight.
In the middle of that sea of flowers, a young man lay on his back.
His long white hair spread across the ground like strands of light reflecting the moon. His green eyes gazed at the vast night sky, enjoying the sparkle of countless stars.
One of his hands rested near his waist, while the other was raised casually above his head.
A butterfly rested peacefully on the tip of his index finger.
Seeing that scene, a mischievous smile slowly appeared on the woman's face.
Silently, she began to approach with light steps, as though she did not want to disturb the calm moment. She walked slowly from behind the man, making sure her presence had not yet been noticed.
Then suddenly, she leaned forward from the side, her face appearing within the man's view.
The movement startled the butterfly resting on his finger, causing it to flutter into the night air.
The man turned his head slightly and looked at the woman's face.
A moment later, a small smile appeared on his lips.
His hand lifted, then gently touched the woman's cheek, caressing it with warmth.
Her smile widened, clearly enjoying the touch.
"My dear," she said in a soft voice that carried both affection and a small hint of complaint.
"Were you enjoying the night sky without me? I had to wonder where you disappeared to."
The man did not answer immediately.
Instead, he gave a small gesture, shifting his hand as if inviting her to lie beside him.
The woman immediately understood what he meant.
She removed his hand from her cheek, then lay down next to him among the white flowers swaying gently in the night breeze.
Above them, the night sky continued to shine calmly, filled with countless stars.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
Only the sound of the night wind moved the white flowers around them.
Slowly, the man glanced sideways from the corner of his eye, secretly observing the woman lying beside him.
But before he could pretend to look away, the woman had already turned toward him first.
Their eyes met.
There was a quiet warmth between them—a familiar feeling that seemed to have existed for a very long time.
The woman cleared her throat softly.
"Oberon, my dear… you still haven't answered."
Her voice was gentle, but there was something in it that made it sound like a small warning.
"Why did you leave without saying anything?"
Oberon coughed awkwardly, clearly caught.
He quickly looked up toward the sky, as if the stars had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.
"No… um… that…."
He raised his hand and pointed upward quickly.
"Oh! Look at that moon! Isn't it as beautiful as you are, my beloved Titania?"
His words sounded like an obvious attempt to change the subject, though his voice still carried sincere warmth.
Titania stared at him for a while.
A long while.
The night wind blew again, making the flowers around them sway gently.
Finally, she let out a long sigh.
"…That was a terrible compliment."
But the corner of her lips lifted slightly.
Oberon glanced at her carefully.
"You're smiling."
"I'm not smiling."
"You are clearly smiling."
"I'm holding myself back from pushing you into the bushes."
Oberon chuckled softly.
His laughter was light, almost like a whisper carried by the wind.
"Ah, but you wouldn't do that."
"And why are you so sure?"
The man turned fully toward her now, his white hair glowing softly under the moonlight.
"Because," he said casually, "you always find me in the end."
For a moment, Titania fell silent.
Her golden eyes studied Oberon's face with an expression difficult to describe—somewhere between annoyance, relief, and something far gentler.
"Idiot," she murmured softly.
Yet her hand slowly moved through the flowers, searching for Oberon's hand.
And when their fingers finally met, she did not let go.
Around them, the field of white flowers swayed like a quiet sea.
The night sky watched everything in silence.
A few moments passed before Titania finally broke the quiet.
"So, where did you go this time?" she asked casually, though her eyes glanced sharply from the corner of her gaze.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Don't tell me you snuck into the human world again."
Oberon immediately choked a little.
"Cough—well… yes… but this time it's different, I swear!"
Titania rolled her eyes lazily, as if she had heard the same excuse far too many times over the centuries.
She released his hand, then reached out and gently pinched Oberon's cheek—just enough to make him wince.
"How many times have you said that sentence over the past several centuries?"
"…I haven't been counting," Oberon replied quietly.
Titania finally released his cheek.
"So, what interesting thing did you find in the human world?" she continued, curiosity beginning to show.
Oberon cleared his throat, then sat up straight like a storyteller about to begin a tale.
"Oh, this one is quite interesting."
He raised one finger.
"I met a little girl."
Titania turned her head slightly.
"And?"
Oberon smiled faintly.
"She's… different. I felt something from her. Magic that feels very familiar."
The night wind swept across the field again.
Titania raised an eyebrow.
"Familiar magic? Don't tell me it's Merlin again."
She let out a small sigh.
"Every time you say 'magic,' somehow it always ends up being about Merlin."
Oberon nodded slightly.
"Well… that's true."
Then his smile turned a little more mischievous.
"But this time, that's not who I want to talk about."
"It's the little girl."
Titania fell silent for a moment.
Then slowly she sat up, the flowers around her swaying from the movement.
"So?"
Her golden eyes sparkled with curiosity.
Oberon only grinned playfully.
"Hehe… if you want me to tell the story…"
He lay back down comfortably in the field of flowers.
"…let me sleep on your lap."
Titania stared at him expressionlessly for several seconds.
The night wind blew again.
Then—
"You shameless man."
Yet she still gently patted her thigh.
"Hurry before I change my mind."
Oberon's smile immediately widened like a child who had just won a bet.
Without hesitation, he shifted and rested his head on Titania's lap.
The flowers around them swayed softly as Titania let out a long sigh.
"Alright, now tell me about that girl," she said.
Oberon looked at the night sky once more.
And for the first time since earlier, his smile became slightly serious.
"That girl…" he said slowly.
"…might change many things."
The night wind carried his words across the field of flowers.