Deeper in the Tanglewood, Lucky discovered a hollow log that shimmered with stardust. Inside was a faded map inked in glowing silver—marked with a symbol she recognized from her dreams: a falling star.
The moth, who she named Gleam, fluttered beside her. "That's not just a map. It's a guide made for you."
The path ahead was tangled and dangerous, but Lucky tucked the map close to her heart. It was proof—someone, or something, believed in her.