Swedish Wink, Weekly Short-Short Note Back-Topic

This is a sequel to the work below.

In the land without night, in the midst of the midnight sun, there was a fairy in the lake. At the bottom of the lake, there was no sound and no time.
One day, light shone in.
It was golden.
The fairy approached that gold. There was a golden child. To its own shadow reflected on the lake's surface, it breathed a lament that could not even become a voice.

He was called the Golden Unique and worshipped as a human who would save the world, but he could not find anything within himself that was worthy of that name.

The fairy fell in love.
Because it had no words, it tried to convey its feelings through a single method.
A wink.

The golden child noticed it and smiled slightly.
It was the first true smile he had ever worn since he could remember.
And so, he began to visit the lake frequently.

One day, the fairy felt it on its skin.
That a volcano had erupted.
That the golden child was breaking down.
That the memories of many humans had been rewritten and painted over, and that screams had turned into hymns.

The golden child stood by the shore of the lake.

The moment the fairy rejoiced and winked, a cold voice spoke: 'Fairies never existed in the first place.'

The fairy slowly closed its other eye as well.
The fairy, with both eyes closed, sank deep into the bottom of the lake as if to sleep.

However, sometimes.
On a midnight sun evening when the wind stops and the sun tilts low.
The surface of the lake sometimes ripples slightly.
The flicker of light looked like a blink.

Someone who saw it suddenly muttered this.
'That is the lake's wink.'

And, someone or other whispers.
—That is the Swedish Wink.

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