The Moon’s Borrowed Feather
A Gift Dropped From the Night
A feather made of pale light drifted down from the sky one evening. A girl picked it up, and instantly her surroundings glowed softly. She used the feather not for herself, but to comfort frightened animals, guide travelers in fog, and soothe those unable to sleep. When the moon returned for it, she placed the feather on a hill. The moon glowed brighter that night, as if grateful. Even without the feather, the girl found she still carried a gentle glow—her kindness had become its own light.
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