Every fairy knows the tale: one grove, hidden by shifting trees, grants a single wish to those who find it. The catch? It must come from the truest part of your soul.
Lucky found it—drawn by dreams and whispers.
Inside, fireflies spelled her name. A pool of silver light waited.
She knelt beside it and whispered her wish: "Let the world remember how to hope—even after me."
The grove shimmered. And something in her heart changed.
She wasn't afraid of the end anymore.