The end-party of the Fantasy Faire, a gathering of all Fairefolk and party-peeps from allover the grid, did not happen this year.
It was not held on The Rose – which finally came to bloom and was filled with roses – and certainly not in the pool.
Some 78+ or more people did not dance and there was no fun. Nope. Nothing. Happened.
And no, I did not film anything. Nada.