If you read traditional fairy tales, you are likely to come away with some very specific ideas about when and where it is possible for magic to exist. At least you will if you were a reader like I was, looking for clues as to where magic might be found. Magic occurred once upon a time. To find it, the characters went into the woods. That was just the way of things. It’s so much the way of things there’s even a musical about it. There were rules for the way stories were told.
I have always loved fairy tales, but that specificity of time and setting made them seem like stories from a world that was gone. Not now. Not here. If this world had ever been a place of magic, it no longer was. I could accept that, but honestly, it made me a little sad.