A stylized illustration of a glowing comet heading toward a small luminous figure on a leaf in water, under a starry sky with a constellation.

In the vast, endless night sky stretched like a deep blue ocean, there twinkled a tiny star named Stella. She was as small and fragile as a drop of morning dew resting gently on a blade of grass. Stella often felt like a soft whisper lost in a noisy crowd, barely shimmering against the bold brilliance of the bigger stars. Each night, Stella watched the grand stars sparkle above, like diamonds scattered across the dark velvet of the universe, dazzling with a light that seemed to sing a bright song. “Oh, how I wish I could shine like them,” she sighed, feeling as delicate as a flickering candle fighting against a gusty storm. One quiet evening, a wise old comet that went by the name of Orion swept through the sky, trailing a tail that burned like a river of golden fire in the darkness. It noticed Stella, who looked downcast, and gently asked, “Why do you look so sad, little star? Your light is a secret treasure buried deep within.” Stella lowered her gaze and whispered, “I am too small, too faint. I am like a shy flower hidden behind towering trees in a dense forest. No one ever notices me in this enormous sky.” Orion smiled kindly and said, “Smallness does not mean unimportant. Your light is like the first soft glow of dawn — quiet, gentle, and full of endless promises. Believe in your own sparkle, and soon, others will see your glow dance like fireflies in the dark.” Bit by bit, her light grew stronger and brighter, like a tiny ember blossoming into a cozy, glowing fire on a See more