"I'm sorry, Ting," you murmer. "I've always wanted to break free of my human existence, to become something new and free. But this just isn't, just can't be a reality. You, the grove, all of it is just a fantasy world. If your magic holds no sway outside of this tiny world what does any of what happens here matter?"
"No, you're wrong!" Ting cries as she stamps her foot. "It's real to me, and it's real to us!"
"I'm going now," you say as you step towards the opening. "I realize that to live life, I can't keep looking back to these dreams of being something else. I've got to accept what and who I am. Goodbye."
You flutter out of the opening and drift out through the beautiful grove of the faeries, watching the dust motes tumble and part. As you leave the ring of mushrooms behind, your surroundings begin to shrink and you flutter to the ground. As you walk, you come back into the familiar area of the park. You look longingly at the grassy path one last time, and walk out, latching the rusty iron gate behind you.
Only as you are walking back home through the chill winter air do you realize that you never did find your clothes.