That night, I drifted into a dream.

I found myself holding a small, trembling light in my hand — warm, soft, almost breathing.

It wasn’t a flame. It wasn’t a star.

It felt like something in between… something alive.

When I stepped outside, the world was painted in quiet blues, and the air shimmered like it had been waiting for me.

I lifted my hand slightly, and the light stirred — as if recognizing the sky above.

Then the impossible happened. 

The tiny glow escaped my fingers and rose upward, weaving into the night.

Wherever it passed, the darkness opened like silk, revealing galaxies hidden beneath.

The whole sky blossomed — thousands of little lights blooming from the spark I carried. 

And in that moment, I understood: 

Even the smallest light you hold can awaken a universe.