Despite the enchanting experience of her first encounter with the entrance of the fairy world, Isla found herself attempting the ritual day after day to no avail. The gateway remained resolutely closed.
Undeterred, she persevered, faithfully returning to the lakeside each morning. With each attempt, the surface of the lake remained placid.
Frustration grew as Isla extended her vigil into the night. Yet, despite her patience, the expected mystical occurrence remained elusive. It seemed as though the fairy world had chosen not to reveal itself to her, leaving Isla standing alone on top of the silent lake.
The lake's surface reflected her stature... And as she gazed at the undisturbed waters, Isla couldn't help but wonder why.
"You truly had abandoned me, dear sisters?"
A day became a week. A week became a month. Isla couldn't stay there forever, so she decided to leave. It was the last day of her attempt, and she decided to go back.
