Small hands, cupped like a prayer, clutch a chipped mason jar. Inside, emerald fireflies pulse and flicker, their light painting fleeting co...

Small hands, cupped like a prayer, clutch a chipped mason jar. Inside, emerald fireflies pulse and flicker, their light painting fleeting constellations on freckled skin. Laughter floats on the breeze, a wisp of smoke against the whispering shadows that creep long across the forest floor. In the distance, ...