The afternoon sun had shifted to a warm, golden hue as Flora lay on the soft rug, feeling the weight of the world slowly slip from her shoulders. The comforting presence of her friends surrounded her, and she could feel herself slowly sinking deeper into the regression she had experienced so many times before. Her heart, once heavy with the weight of expectations, now felt light—free from all the responsibilities of being a fairy, a protector, a friend. It wasn't a retreat out of weakness, but a peaceful moment of renewal, where she could feel loved and safe.As Flora lay there, her fingers absently fiddling with the fabric of her dress, she couldn't help but glance around the room. Her gaze drifted over to a shelf that lined one of the walls, stacked with various objects—some old, some new. Among the knick-knacks, Flora's eyes caught sight of something familiar: a box of building blocks, colorful and cheerful, tucked away near the far end of the room. Without thinking, her body shifted instinctively. The urge to play had come back, as natural and undeniable as the need to breathe. She hadn't felt this way in so long—when was the last time she'd allowed herself the simple joy of play?"Flora?" Bloom's voice was soft, gentle, like a whisper in the air. She leaned down next to Flora, noticing the way her friend's eyes lit up at the sight of the blocks.Flora hesitated, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. "Do you think... could I play with those?" she asked quietly, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I just... I really want to."Bloom smiled, her eyes warm and understanding. "Of course you can, Flora," she said gently. "Go ahead. You're allowed to have fun, especially if it helps you feel better."Helia, who had been sitting nearby, smiled softly. "Everyone needs a little escape, even the strongest of fairies. If you want to play, we're all here to watch and cheer you on."Flora's eyes sparkled at his words. She was surrounded by love, by understanding, and that made all the difference. It was like the barriers that had once kept her guarded were gently melting away.She slowly made her way over to the box of blocks, her movements still light and carefree, as if her age had truly regressed. There was something so comforting about the smooth, colorful pieces. They weren't just toys—they were a way to express herself without words, a way to channel her feelings in a simple, yet meaningful, way.Flora sat down on the floor, her back against the rug, and pulled the box open. The smell of the wooden blocks was earthy and nostalgic, instantly bringing back memories of when she had been a little girl—before the weight of the world had been placed on her shoulders.One by one, she began to stack the blocks in front of her, her movements slow and deliberate. She was building something simple—a small house, a tiny fortress, something she could control, something that felt safe.As she played, the soft, melodic music that Musa had put on earlier continued to drift through the room, adding to the tranquil atmosphere. Flora's friends, including Stella, Tecna, and Layla, sat nearby, watching with gentle smiles as Flora became absorbed in her task. It was as if she were in her own little world, where nothing else mattered except the soothing rhythm of placing one block on top of the other.Bloom knelt beside her, watching with a smile. "I used to play with blocks like that when I was little," she said, her voice soft and reflective. "It's nice to see you enjoying something simple, Flora."Flora glanced up at her, a shy smile spreading across her face. "It feels good... to just play without worrying about anything else," she said, her voice lighter now, as if her emotional burdens had been temporarily lifted.Stella, always the creative one, reached for the box and picked up a few blocks herself. "Can I join in? Maybe I can build a tower!" she said, her tone playful and encouraging. "I'm really good at stacking things."Flora's face lit up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes! You can help me build a big castle. We can make it as tall as we want!"Stella happily joined her on the floor, setting up her own little section of blocks. Layla followed suit, and soon, Tecna and Musa were adding pieces as well. What had started as a quiet, solitary activity became a shared experience—a playful collaboration that allowed Flora to fully immerse herself in the joy of being carefree.Helia, ever so thoughtful, stepped back for a moment and watched Flora, her friends, and the playful scene that was unfolding. He admired how natural this regression seemed for her—how she was able to let go and simply exist in the moment. It reminded him of the gentle, nurturing side of Flora he had always loved, the side that wanted to protect the earth, the side that was so in tune with nature's simple rhythms."Look, Flora!" Stella said, proudly showing off her newly built tower. "My tower is going to touch the clouds!"Flora giggled, her laughter light and carefree. "That's amazing, Stella! Maybe we can put a garden on top of it!" she exclaimed, her imagination soaring as she added a few blocks to her own creation.For the next few hours, the room was filled with the gentle sound of blocks clicking together, playful laughter, and the sense of warmth that only comes from being surrounded by people who care deeply about you. Even though the Winx Club was technically helping Flora through her regression, they were also helping themselves—they were reminded of the joy and simplicity that often gets lost in the hustle of everyday life.At one point, Flora reached into the box again and found a small, colorful toy fairy—a little figurine that looked much like herself. She picked it up with both hands and stared at it with a childlike wonder. "This is me!" Flora exclaimed, her voice full of delight. "She looks just like me, doesn't she?"Musa, who was sitting nearby, smiled and nodded. "It does! How about we make a fairy kingdom for her?"Flora's face brightened. "Yes! Let's make her a beautiful garden to live in!" she said, her voice high-pitched with excitement.With a renewed sense of joy, Flora began creating a little world for her fairy figurine. She laid out tiny blocks to create a miniature garden, complete with a flower bed, a small path, and a tiny wooden bench. The play was simple, but for Flora, it was everything she needed in that moment. She didn't have to think about anything except creating her small, imaginary world.As the sun began to set, the group continued to play and build together, creating a tiny fairyland made of blocks and dreams. It wasn't just about the toys—it was about the space that Flora had created for herself, a space where she could feel safe and loved, a space where she could let go and simply be.---**A Quiet Reflection**As the evening turned to night, the group began to clean up the blocks, but Flora still felt the warmth of the playfulness they had shared. She hadn't expected to feel so lighthearted, so free. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time—one of true emotional release, without the weight of expectations or responsibilities.Bloom, noticing that Flora was quieter now, knelt beside her once again. "How do you feel now?" she asked, her voice gentle.Flora smiled softly, her cheeks flushed with a bit of childlike exhaustion. "I feel... happy. I didn't know I could feel this way again," she admitted, her voice full of sincerity. "It was so nice to play with all of you. I... I think I needed it more than I realized."Stella, who had been putting away the last of the blocks, turned and gave Flora a bright, reassuring smile. "It's okay to need those moments. We all do, even if we don't always show it. And you've got us to help you when you need to take a break and just be you."Flora felt a deep sense of peace as she looked at her friends. She had come to understand something important about herself today—that being vulnerable, even regressing emotionally, didn't make her weak or less of a fairy. It made her human. And it was okay to need care and support from the people she loved.As the night grew deeper, Flora curled up on the rug again, this time feeling a quiet sense of contentment wash over her. Bloom, Stella, and the others stayed close, watching over her as she drifted into a peaceful, restful sleep, knowing that she was safe in the care of her friends.---
