There was a firefly , clinging onto a bush painted black by the rising moon. The scintillations made the little kid wonder of the beauty held in the cursory flashes. They looked so beautiful, as if the star studded night sky climbed down to the jungle. The jungle was inhabited by wild and dangerous animals, they said. But then, the fireflies were also a part of the same jungle, giving her light... wrapped with faint consolation that she'll find a way out of the junge! She felt safer now. The flashes infused hope in her. The hope gave her a reason to be unlost. She often wondered why these creatures were called 'fire'flies. They gave 'light' alright, but were of no equivalence to 'fire'. They burnt bright alright, but...
She felt 'lost' in the jungle and desperately tried to wade her way through the thick bushes and avoid encountering the dangerous wild animals.
Slowly the night had started to dissolve into subtle brightness. The morning welcomed the break of dawn with a brightness that colored the sky blue... but the brightness within the fireflies began evanescing and slowly faded into oblivion...
The fireflies were visible no more.
The fire had slowly got extinguished. It anyways had always been cold.
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