Drawn to the glow, fragile wings beat against a light that could both warm and burn. She does not question, only moves toward what calls her, trusting the shimmer in the dark. The moth reminds us that longing is not weakness to hunger for beauty, to follow a glimmer of hope, even when the path is uncertain, is its own kind of courage. For in her small persistence she teaches that desire is the spark of survival, and that even the most delicate wings can carry us through the
