I walk through the night with a firefly in a lantern. My firefly lights the way for me, yes; but it is sad. It wants to be free. If I free it, I will be lonely and in darkness once more.
Though I know I will soon be stumbling in the dark night, I lift the lid of the lantern. “You are free,” I whisper to my firefly.
It begins to fly out of the lantern into the quiet night. On every beat of its wings, it grows larger. Larger, and larger still. It moves it glowing wings slowly and rhythmically. Soon, there is a soft glow all around me. I am able to see so many paths.
Phrodeo: Is this thing on?? 