11
You walk the streets of a once-peaceful city.
No lights. Only cold. Only dark.
Home waits-small, familiar-
but even there the warmth is gone.
A flashlight cuts the night.
And then you see them:
others walking with tiny lights.
A moving constellation.
A swarm of fireflies.
And suddenly-hope.
Thank you, strangers.
Thank you, fireflies.
This is a call to awaken.
Guard the light within you.
Nurture it. Feed it. Protect it.
Do not let it die.
Because we were born for light.
And together-we become it..
Lilia Litkovska