In the old days, when the night sky still spoke to those who listened, there lived a small bird named Luma, who carried the voice of dreams.
Luma was not the brightest of feathers nor the loudest of songs. By day, she lived quietly among the whispering leaves, unnoticed by most. But when the sun fell and the moon rose full and golden, she would perch on the tallest branch and begin to sing.
Her song was soft, yet it traveled far — crossing rivers, mountains, and silent meadows. It was not a song of words, but of feelings: hope for the weary, comfort for the lonely, and guidance for the lost.
The Moon, who watched from above, loved Luma’s song deeply. One night, she asked the bird,
"Why do you sing when all others sleep?"
Luma looked up with gentle eyes and replied,
"Because even in the darkest hour, every soul deserves to feel they are not alone."
The Moon, touched by her words, promised to always light Luma’s path. From then on, whenever the bird sang, the Moon would shine her brightest, carrying Luma’s melody across the world.
To this day, when the moon is full and the night feels silent, the wise know to listen closely. In the stillness, Luma’s spirit still sings — reminding us that in every shadow, there is always a voice of light and love waiting to be heard.
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