Luna and the Starlight Garden

On a quiet evening in the moonlit garden behind her house, Luna heard a tiny chime between the leaves. At 6 years old, Luna already knew that small sounds can hide very big invitations.

A soft glow lit the path and drew a curve across the ground. Grandma Rose smiled and said, “Tonight we have one mission: help a fallen star return to the sky before dawn.”

Before they set off, they held a silver watering can of memory light. Warm light ran through it, as if it was excited to help too.

“I want to try,” said Luna, feeling a brave flutter in the belly. Grandma Rose answered, “Then we go gently, with sharp eyes and kind hearts.”

Luna took the first step. The trail shone brighter, and a small shadow hopped behind a flower ahead.