Fae.

For two months out of the year, I got to be magic.
Not acting. Magic. With some bubbles, marbles and a lot of gold paint. And I must say this:

you do not know happiness until you have seen the look in a young child's eyes when you affirm for them

"Yes. There is wonder left in the world. There is magic in your shoes. Do not let them squeeze it from you. Please, please be a dreamer."

However.

It does not matter if you're really too old to want magic anymore. I will not tell you to put down the doll, or the sword. I will not tell you  to stop waiting to wake up with wings one day. I will not take the beauty of your imagination from you.

I am Puck. I make bubbles into marbles, I dance to dulcimer, I beat up friars, I sing with sirens, I twinkle at dusk, most people can't see me, my skin is gold, and I believe in you.

Because you believe in faeries.