Janhar and her sister walked beside a crystal-clear stream in Lunara. Sunlight danced on the water like scattered coins.
A tiny flickering light bumped into Janhar's knee. 'Oops!' it said, and floated up to reveal a small, shivering spirit.
'I can't find the Star Blossom,' the spirit whispered. Its glow grew slower with every word.
Janhar grabbed her sister's hand. 'We'll help you!' she said, pointing toward glowing flowers ahead. The spirit zipped forward.
The whispering trees murmured, 'Turn back, turn back.' Janhar kept walking, her fingers brushing cool, velvety leaves.
They reached a field of glowing flowers. They snapped shut as the spirit drifted closer, blocking the path.
Janhar noticed a narrow gap between the stems. Fireflies crawled through it. 'This way!' she called.
The spirit darted through first, its sparkles leaving a silver trail on the moss. Janhar followed close behind.
At the valley's heart, a curtain of hanging vines glowed blue. Behind them, something huge and golden hummed.
Janhar pushed the vines but her arms were too short. Her sister stepped behind her and lifted her shoulders. Together they reached — and the vines fell away.
The Star Blossom was huge and golden, humming like a sleepy bee. The spirit floated up and wrapped around its center, blazing bright.
The spirit landed on Janhar's palm and ticked like a tiny clock, then zipped to her sister's ear. 'Thank you,' it chimed. Golden dots painted their cheeks as the trees cheered.