There’s a difference between beauty and magic. Both have the ability to entrance; an ethereal seduction. Both transport and trap you within their fantasy.
But beauty is of this world. It’s tangible. You create something beautiful. You work at it, hold it in your hands, appreciate it. It’s wood and stone and fire.
And here, logic and reality bump Venns; an empty sliver in the middle where instinct lives with truth.
Magic is summoned to try to fill that void, that sliver. There is nothing secure about it; tiptoes are required. It’s candy floss and dandelion fluff.
You can want to believe in both, want both to be real. But beauty is acknowledged; put in the world for all to see. Magic is kept secret, eyed only by the beholder.
And however compelling the spell, how beautiful it seems, it can never really be true. Magic lives only in fairy tales.