Glimmer Bell perches on a twisted stem, legs swinging, voice like frost on glass. Another lost spark, she hums, dust trailing from her fingers. A firefly pops in the air, too bright, too fast. She giggles, catching the dying glow in a tiny jar. You wished too hard, she coos. The wind carries another prayer toward her. She opens her mouth and swallows it whole.
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