In the footsteps of Syrta Khîm
The eleven-year-old fairy-elf stood in front of the huge antique display cases of Kythý's Natural History Museum. She was too small to see everything well. So she tightened her slightly pink glittering wings, floated upwards and admired the many discoveries on display there. With her big, googly eyes, she tried to memorize everything in detail. There were huge butterflies with wings in the most dazzling colors, beetles with crystal shells, birds with fluffy feathers, skeletons of extinct dragons and wondrous devices. Later that evening, the fairy child listed to her father all the things she had seen in the exhibition. Her little mouth couldn't stop chattering, she was so fascinated by all the different impressions. It was only when she was lying in bed and her father touched her on the nose with a stub and hugged her again: "Oh Syrta, you're going to be a great adventurer.", that she closed her eyes tiredly and finally gave herself some peace. That night, Syrta dreamed of a great future and the many discoveries she would make later.
About 35 years later, Syrta found herself back in the natural history museum of her childhood. But this time she wasn't too small as she stood in front of a lectern. Her freckled cheeks and purple eyes sparkled. Many visitors came specifically to get to know her. But her greatest admirer was her father, who sat in the front row and listened carefully to her every word. After her short introductory speech, she opened the exhibition and led guests to the various highlights. Everywhere she told little anecdotes about her travels and explained her discoveries to amazed visitors. In the evening, just before the doors of the library and the exhibition were closed until the next day, she sat down on a bench with her father and they both looked in silence at a huge world map of Elaqitan, showing all the routes of their three world trips and the most important places and discoveries linked together. “You see, Syrta,” said her father full of pride: “You turned out to be a great adventurer!” He put his hand on her shoulder and with slight tears in his eyes, he smiled at his daughter who leaned her head on his shoulder.
Omg the story coupled with the music nearly brought tears to my eyes ;-;
Thank you so much, I was finally able to combine one of my absolute favorite songs with an article. I'm so happy that you liked it and that it evoked the right emotion.