The fairy beneath the glass.

✨ A forgotten fairy... trapped inside a mysterious glass bottle deep within an enchanted forest. 🌙 Step into a world of ancient magic, whispering trees, glowing fireflies, forgotten curses, and timeless spirits. This original pagan fantasy folk song tells the haunting story of a fairy imprisoned beneath the old oaks, waiting for one brave soul to break the spell. If you love mystical forests, fairies, folklore, fantasy, Celtic-inspired music, magical ambience, and enchanting storytelling, this song is for you. 🌿 Put on your headphones, close your eyes, and wander into the forest where every leaf remembers magic. This is my song "The fairy beneath the glass". Model : Mirabell Vokal : Brigitte Elizabeth Friis I wrote the lyrics and got AI to make the music. I'm on Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/artist/6WD5q... #Fantasy #Fairy #PaganFolk #FantasyMusic #EnchantedForest #DarkForest #Magic #FairyCore #Woodland #Mystical #FolkMusic #Nature #OriginalSong #EpicFantasy #ForestSpirit If you are a band and like to play some of my songs, please write me here on youtube. Please like, subscribe and tell me what you think. That would make me very happy. Thanks :) Deep where the silver roots entwine, The moon forgot its ancient shine. A crystal prison kissed with dew, Holds wings once born from morning blue. I hear the ravens call my name, Each whisper feeds the emerald flame. The forest mourns with every sigh, Yet stars still paint the midnight sky. Break the glass, set me free, Carry my song through every tree. Wind of oak and streams that flow, Guide my heart where wild things grow. Break the spell, let silence fall, Hear the hidden spirits call. Till the dawn remembers me, I remain beneath the tree. A crooked witch with eyes of stone Claimed my laughter for her own. She sealed my dreams with ancient vines, And cursed my breath through tangled signs. The fox still waits beside the stream, Guarding every shattered dream. Owls keep watch with golden eyes, Counting all forgotten skies. Break the glass, set me free, Carry my song through every tree. Wind of oak and streams that flow, Guide my heart where wild things grow. Break the spell, let silence fall, Hear the hidden spirits call. Till the dawn remembers me, I remain beneath the tree. Every winter, every spring, Still I hear the blackbirds sing. Tiny flowers climb the glass, Waiting for the curse to pass. Should your footsteps cross my light, Do not fear the endless night. Take the cork with gentle hand, Wake the soul of fairyland. Break the glass, set me free, Carry my song through every tree. Wind of oak and streams that flow, Guide my heart where wild things grow. Break the spell, let silence fall, Hear the hidden spirits call. Till the dawn remembers me, I remain beneath the tree. Ancient rivers know my name, Every leaf recalls my flame. Circle stones begin to glow, As hidden seeds awake below. When the final raven flies, Morning blooms in emerald skies. Break the glass, set me free, Now my wings embrace the breeze. Forest hearts begin to rise, Magic dancing through the skies. Every root and every stone Sings the song that leads me home. Bound no more for all to see, The forest finally remembers me. Softly fades the crystal gleam, Like the ending of a dream. Where the bottle used to lie, Fireflies now fill the sky. Listen when the night winds sing... I am every living wing.