The Fallen Stars

Sofia couldn't believe her eyes. The meadow behind her house was sparkling — not with dew, but with tiny fallen stars scattered across the grass like diamonds.
Ember nudged her hand with his warm nose. His tail flickered with soft orange light, as if he already knew something magical was happening.
"Look at them all, Ember," Sofia whispered, kneeling down. She reached out and touched one. It hummed gently in her palm, warm and alive.







