A Midnight Tale
One night, a little girl named Zenko couldn't sleep. She sat at her window watching the stars, and whispered, "I wish I could see a real fairy."
At the exact stroke of midnight โ bong, bong, bong โ a tiny silver light appeared outside her window. It zipped left. It zipped right. Then it stopped and hovered right in front of the glass.
It was Noctua. Her wings shimmered like the surface of a moonlit lake. She pressed one tiny hand against the glass and smiled.
Then she reached into her pouch, blew a puff of sleep dust through the keyhole, and vanished in a trail of silver sparks.
Zenko fell asleep immediately โ and dreamed the most wonderful dream she had ever had.