Darkness clung to her senses like a thick shroud, muffling everything... sight, sound, even the passage of time. But something had changed. The weightless sensation of falling was gone, replaced by the gentle pressure of solid ground beneath her. It was soft, almost unnaturally so, like a bed of woven silk cradling her form.

  A slow, shaky breath slipped past her lips as her fingers twitched against the earth. It wasn’t cold. No jagged stones or damp soil met her touch, only the cool brush of delicate blades of grass.

  A faint groan escaped her throat as she forced her body to move. Limbs sluggish, she sat up, her muscles protesting the motion. Her vision swam, a blurry haze of silver and deep blue stretching before her. Blinking rapidly, she willed the fog to clear, her heartbeat steadying as the world finally came into focus.

  The sight that greeted her was surreal.

  A vast grassy plain stretched outward, bathed in the ethereal glow of the full moon. The land rolled gently, curving up into a sheer cliffside that overlooked a distant calm abyss. Wind whispered through the endless field, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers.. soft and sweet, tinged with something almost metallic.

  Emma exhaled slowly, steadying herself as she took in the scenery. Lush flowers, their petals gleaming like polished gemstones, swayed gently with the breeze. The grass shimmered under the pale moonlight, casting ghostly silhouettes that danced with each passing gust. Somewhere in the distance, faint echoes of running water stirred, weaving into the night's stillness.

  She would have marveled at the beauty longer, but a quiet unease gnawed at the edges of her mind.

  It’s already dark... and the moon is full.

  A single glance at the sky confirmed her thoughts. The moon hung high, an unblinking eye that cast its glow over the landscape like an unspoken omen. Something about it felt... heavy. As though the light itself carried weight.

  She needed to move.

  Brushing strands of silver-white hair from her face, Emma rose to her feet. Her body swayed briefly, adjusting to the shift, but she pushed forward. The air carried a lingering chill, raising goosebumps along her skin as she stepped forward.

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  The woods.

  If there were people, they would likely be there. Shelter. Safety. Something familiar in an unfamiliar world.

  Her footsteps were light against the grass, though each step carried purpose. The deeper she walked into the moonlit expanse, the more the world seemed to hum around her. It was subtle at first.. a faint, flickering glow at the edges of her vision. Then, as she neared the treeline, it became unmistakable.

  A soft, radiant shimmer rising from a cluster of strange plants.

  Her breath caught in her throat.

  Moonfly Grass.

  Recognition struck instantly. She had read about this before, hidden deep within the stacks of books in her parents’ library. Unlike normal flora, these plants only bloomed under the full moon. Their petals.. shaped like a closed crescent, remained dormant until bathed in the moon’s glow, at which point they would unfurl, releasing the luminous beings that resided within.

  And there they were.

  Tiny, glowing creatures hatched from the grass, their delicate forms flickering with soft golden light. Moonflies.

  A rare phenomenon. Almost mythical.

  Emma’s eyes widened as she watched them rise into the air, their movements slow and deliberate. They didn’t simply drift; they danced. A silent, rhythmic motion as though moving to a melody only they could hear.

  For a long moment, she simply watched, the world narrowing to the quiet, mesmerizing glow before her.

  Then, a thought surfaced.

  A wish.

  The idea came without warning, but it felt right. The moonfly grass was said to grant wishes.. to answer the silent prayers of those who stood before it.

  Slowly, Emma clasped her hands together, fingers pressing tightly against one another. Her voice, barely a whisper, carried into the night.

  "I wish... I will find the right way on this journey. So I could get anything that will be useful to make Anna walk again."

  A quiet plea. A desperate hope.

  As she opened her eyes, the moonflies responded.

  Their glow brightened, pulsing like tiny celestial bodies awakening to her words. Then, with a sudden flicker, they moved.

  One by one, they began to swirl, orbiting her in slow, hypnotic motions. A soft gasp left her lips, a half-formed laugh as she turned in place, watching them encircle her like living constellations. Their lights blinked.. Blimp. Blimp. Tiny flashes of radiance, pulsing in harmony with the rhythm of her heartbeat.

  Then, they ascended.

  Higher.

  Higher.

  Until their collective glow merged into a single mass, a luminous sphere floating in the sky above her. It was no longer just moonflies. It was something else. Something vast.

  The light pulsed.

  And then...

  A voice.

  Soft. Ethereal. Weighted with something deeper than mere sound. It seeped into the air itself, wrapping around her, sinking into her bones. A voice that soothed.. not just the body, but the very essence of what made a soul.

  "Hello, young lady."

  The air stilled. The world listened.

  "How may I be of help?"

  Emma did not move.

  She barely breathed.

  The night had answered.

  Her Silent Wish......