"It was. Once there were tribes of dryads and nymphs roaming around, being chased by satyrs. The trees bore enough food to feed all of us if we were so inclined. Once, a very long time ago, humans lived in harmony with us and each other. Before Pandora opened her box."

She glances up towards the cloud cover.

"We left because mortals have exchanged belief in us for belief in science now. We have always been here, and we always will, but it was time to make our own ways."

Her lips may tremble a little.