In the tender night's caress, a lune firefly shimmered, its soft glow a delicate dance in the dark. It lingered by a house, a cherished haven it had grown to adore. Once, the walls echoed with admiration for the firefly's grace.
As the night unveiled its mysteries, a robust wind swept through. Unyielding, the firefly endured, yet a subtle shift occurred. The house, once enamored by its glow, now adorned itself with artificial radiance, leaving the firefly cloaked in shadows.
The storm that ensued wasn't of tempests but of emotions, crushing the firefly's spirit. A tear welled within, aglow with the same light that once painted the night. Unnoticed by the world, it continued to gleam outside the house, despite the dark shroud veiling its soul.
The irony lay in the tear, seen only by the firefly itself. Whether it radiated its brightest or bore the burden of darkness throughout the day, the tear remained a secret to the world.
While the house reveled in newfound brilliance, the firefly flickered in silent lament- a poignant metaphor replaced in night's glow.
-Aizah
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