The Night of the Return..
Every year, on the night when the veil between worlds grows thin, a silent figure crosses the sky on her broom.. The moon follows her, the clouds open before her, and in her hand glows a lantern.. It is no ordinary light, but a light of memory.. Every spark inside it is born from a forgotten wish, a prayer left unfinished, a smile that never found its way..
The Witch flies through the clouds and their whispers, listening to the lost desires,
and gathers them one by one into her lantern..
Below her, the city sleeps.. Only the streetlights flicker, as if they recognize her, as if they remember.. And for a moment, she descends, gliding over rooftops, leaving a trace of her light at every window..
Some say they’ve seen her.. a child once woke to find their room glowing without any lamp lit.. Others swear they heard a soft whisper, as if someone murmured:
“Don’t be afraid.. light never truly disappears..”
For as the old story goes, “By dawn, the world forgets, but the magic remains.”
And when the first blush of sunrise paints the horizon, the Witch turns her gaze behind her, seeing the path of lights she’s left, and smiles.. Only one glow remains, trembling in the dark, her lantern.. And that’s how you know she’s returned, that the magic has passed once more through the world..
The Wishes of the Clouds..
When the city grows quiet, and the wind changes direction, the Witch of Light points her broom toward the heavens.. She flies higher, to where clouds brush against dreams.. There, between shadows and air currents, live the wishes that were never spoken.. Tiny, almost transparent, like drops of stardust that never found their mark..
Some are childish and flicker like flames, others are heavy, tired, and some are so old they’ve forgotten who made them..
The Witch hears them all.. She knows their language.. Each wish has a sound, a melody only light can perceive.. And with her lantern open, she gathers them, one by one.. Some resist her.. they’re afraid to return to Earth, for once, they hurt, for once, they were disappointed..
Then the Witch whispers softly: “You are not returning to remember, you are returning to heal..”
And slowly, gently, her lantern fills with light from untold stories, wishes for forgiveness, for reunion, for an embrace that never happened.. Every light she carries within is a promise waiting for a second chance.. When her lantern is full, she descends again, scattering these wishes into the hearts of those who can hold them..
It is no coincidence, they say, that some wake in the middle of the night with a sudden peace in their hearts, not knowing why.. Or that someone rewrites a letter they never sent, or lights a candle for no reason.. It’s because that night, the Witch of Light
left them a spark from her lantern..
The Lost Wish..
But that year, her lantern did not shine as it used to.. One of the wishes never came..
A voice was missing from the music of the clouds.. The Witch paused midair,
among the wind and the murmurs of the sky, and felt a weight upon her..
She knew which one it was.. An old wish, one she had kept close to her heart.. A wish never spoken aloud, only through the tears of a child, on a night when no one was there to listen..
So she descended, lower than ever before.. The clouds parted, and the city spread below her.. The rooftops slept, but in the windows, blue screens shimmered, souls awake, not knowing what they sought.. The Witch glided through them, searching for the missing light.. Her lantern trembled, not with fear, but with longing..
And there, at the edge of a street, she saw a little girl holding a broken candle.. She didn’t light it, she only watched it.. The flame of her wish was sleeping inside.. The Witch moved closer, quietly.. She leaned over, and from her lantern fell a single spark..
It touched the candle, and it awoke slowly, as if from forgetting..
The girl smiled, not knowing why.. And the Witch understood: the wish had found its way home.
With one final sweep through the air, she rose back into the clouds.. Her lantern glowed again, not with wishes this time, but with faith. Because even the most lost wish, when remembered, is reborn as light..
And so, on the night of Halloween, while others saw only shadows, she saw only light,
the same light she leaves behind every year, to remind the world that magic does not fear the dark, it is born within it..
The Lantern That Remained..
The night after Halloween was silent.. The wind had stopped, the clouds lay across the city like a soft sheet, and only one light still flickered above..
The Witch of Light had finished her journey.. She had gathered the wishes, healed the empty spaces, and rekindled faith in what had been lost.. But that year, she felt something new, a gentle tiredness, a quiet desire to rest.. She looked at her lantern.. it glowed brighter than ever before.. She knew it was no longer hers to keep.. The light belonged to the Earth now.. So she descended silently to a corner of the city, where streets crossed like lines of destiny..
Outside an old house, behind a fogged window, someone was writing on a piece of paper, perhaps a wish, perhaps a farewell.. The Witch stood at the window.. She placed the lantern on the sill and whispered: “Light doesn’t need to travel to exist..
You only have to keep it inside you..”
The candle within the lantern sighed softly, as if it took a breath.. Then she smiled,
mounted her broom, and vanished into the sky..
By morning, the person found the lantern on the sill.. They didn’t know who had left it,
but a calm warmth filled them.. And when they lit its flame, they felt that somewhere, far above, a shadow was waving goodbye..
No one knows if the Witch of Light will return.. But every year, on that same night,
when the sky turns violet and souls begin to remember, a small light seems to travel once again among the clouds.. And everyone knows the story isn’t over, it has simply grown a little brighter..
A Card for You..
And if you, among all the souls in the city, forgot to make your wish that night, do not worry..
The Witch of Light noticed..
She kept one card for you, folded with memory and starlight, inside her lantern..
She’s only waiting for a sign.. A glance toward the sky, a letter, a whisper at the edge of the night..
Reach out to her, and she will send it to you..
Because no wish is ever truly lost..
Some are simply waiting to be remembered..
– Where wishes find their way back home..
Tatiana,
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