Night stretched soft over the Glade, dotted with fireflies pretending to be stars. I followed their glow until I found a dew string linking two flowers. One drop trembled, catching starlight and holding it like a secret. I smiled—every connection starts small.
I brushed the petals with my hoof and the drop fell, landing on another leaf. Now there were two lights. The web grew, invisible but strong, like laughter passed along a line of friends. I whispered, “Keep going,” and it did.
The crickets tuned their wings and joined in, humming beneath the shimmer. The Glade breathed slow, proud of its own sparkle. I thought about how even the quietest shine can find another to match it.
When the breeze rose, the lights drifted skyward. I waved after them, certain they’d remember the way back down.