In a misty valley, a tiny lantern named Lum flickered bravely. Each dusk, it lit a path for lost moths, guiding them to safety. One moth, Starwing, etched Lum’s glow in the sky with her dance. The valley hummed with their tale, and Lum shone brighter, a spark of hope in the fog.
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