Plymbury Micro Magic: The Path of Light
Design by Hope Before Sunrise
The Path of Light
No one remembered who first strung the lights along the garden path. For the past ten years, they had appeared one October evening, curling around the trees like golden ribbons.
By day, the walkway looked ordinary enough—pumpkins on the stoop, leaves caught in corners, the scent of woodsmoke drifting from nearby chimneys. But at dusk, it shifted. The path shimmered to life, each tiny bulb flickering like a heartbeat, guiding anyone who wandered close.
Lila followed it once, her skirt swaying in step with her curiosity—every footfall a whisper of warmth, a promise of something waiting just beyond the bend. When she reached the final archway, the air felt softer—like peace had taken hold of her and wouldn’t let go.
By morning, the lights were gone. Only a faint glow lingered in the damp leaves, as though the magic had moved on. But Lila knew better. That night, those sparks would shine again—just in case someone else needed to find their way home.
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