Tin Man

The tin man he had made had attracted the fairies, for the metal itself was of the planet Juniper Berry - Jupiter - a frivolous partner to the juveniles of the wood, whose cosmic rays of jest and joviality lit the tin of the giant like a beacon to the face. They loved to gather at his feet and have their pictures taken - swinging from his shoulders and playing hide-a’-seek amongst his intricate armour.

Yes, the Fay too have a passion for selfies, and although they do not work a lens as we might, they can use the light to cast their impressions, making fast their images onto the fur of the rose petals, or on the gossamer of a snail’s trail, capturing a moment in perfect detail, inscribing these images onto the surface of any living thing as though it was the finest engraving - sealed with moonbeams coupled with the dust of dawn and a tweak of time, adjusting it back just a moment or so.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances