The night an old wardrobe trunk arrived for you. When the rusted clasp was undone, inside the dark trunk, that alone was eerily vivid. A green like melted gemstones. A single dress that, despite the long years it must have endured, had not faded in the slightest. Just as they reached out to touch it.

With the rustle of fabric, a boy rises from within the trunk. Long green hair. Golden eyes. A triumphant smile, as if he has never once doubted his own beauty.