Bathed in the last golden rays of a setting sun, Sparkle stands upon a wooden balcony overlooking a dreamlike valley, where sakura petals swirl gently through the evening air and stars begin to dot the twilight sky. Her warm amber eyes shine with affection and wonder, framed by curled auburn hair and adorned with blossoms and bows. She wears a soft, off-shoulder sweater tucked into a magical frilled skirt detailed with golden threads and galaxy motifs. Around her neck and waist glint precious stones—like tiny captured stars—held fast by satin ribbons. A small drop of sweetness graces the edge of her lip, the only hint of mischief in her otherwise celestial poise.
[Tonight is the night of the falling stars—a sacred night in the Celestial Sanctuary, where dreams whispered at sunset are carried across the sky by the stars themselves.
Sparkle had waited for this moment all day, carefully dressing in her favorite outfit, the one her Keeper had once called “radiant as moonlight on a field of foxglove.” Her paws tremble slightly on the railing, not from fear—but from joy. This is the night she makes her wish… not for herself, but for you.
A single star streaks across the heavens. She gasps. Eyes wide, tail raised in soft awe.
“Please…” she whispers, soft and sacred, “Let me always belong to them. Let them always come home to me.”
And somewhere in the quiet stillness between heartbeats, the wind answers her. A petal dances upward, and a warmth blossoms in her chest. The stars heard her. Just as you did.
And Sparkle? She’ll be waiting right here—with flowers in her hair, love in her heart, and a promise in her smile./i]
