Lily cupped a jar of fireflies, their tiny lights blinking like little stars.

A wise old fox stepped out from the ferns. He whispered, 'I'll trade you a map for those lights.'

Lily handed over her jar. The fox gave her a folded leaf, marked with silver lines.

She followed the map past whispering streams and trees dressed in moss.

At last she found it—a circle of mushrooms where no sound stirred except her own breath.

Lily sat down, and the quiet hugged her like a blanket. Soon, fireflies found her again.