‘When your back’s to the wall
When you’re starting to fall
You got something to lean on
Love is everything’
The end-party of the Fantasy Faire, a gathering of all Fairefolk and party-peeps from allover the grid, did not happen this year.
It was not held on The Rose, and certainly not in the pool. 78+ or more people did not dance and there was no fun. Nope. Nothing. Happened.
And no, I did not film anything. Nada.