A Journey Begins

Aria clutched the tiny, cool spark in her hand, its light a mere whisper against the vast canvas of the night. Lumie, the fallen star, pulsed weakly, its usual celestial glow dimmed to a hesitant flicker. The words Lumie had spoken, about a forgotten Star Garden and wishes fading like mist, settled in Aria’s heart like soft, fallen leaves. It felt like a secret, a precious burden entrusted only to her. The sky above, still so sparsely dotted with distant lights, seemed to echo Lumie’s sadness. Aria, who had always felt her own wishes were small, like tiny seeds lost in a vast field, now understood. Perhaps wishes, even the smallest ones, were the very magic that kept the stars alight.