In the hollow of a glacial valley, between the Winter Garden and the Silver Pavilion, a light mist rises above the trees scorched by the dawn from which escapes the sweet aroma of a fire chimney

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Fairy Tavern is not meant to be luxurious but simply comfortable, so make yourself at home, taking care not to disturb the benches that seem unoccupied: The Dryads and their Pixies sisters have made this place their home.

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Some, seated at the edge of a groove, devote themselves to the creation of mystical charms and lace.

While others, at the top of the winding staircase, weave wreaths of dried flowers for the next Sabbath.

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Over here, all the creatures are endowed with a rare and authentic virtuosity.

Sit down and fill your imagination gauge, come and contemplate the fruit of the labor of these stars working in the shadows