I was raised in a world shaped by nostalgia and disillusionment. Growing up in Montenegro after the collapse of Yugoslavia, I learned early that there is no return to what once was. The recurring figure of the fairy emerges from this rupture. As a child, my mother and grandfather told me fairy tales so vividly that they reshaped the world ahead of me as a space of possibility. I even believed I might grow wings myself. Twenty years later, the fairy lives on as the means for finding beauty within the ruins.