Pip wandered along a floating leaf‑bridge, her steps slow and quiet. The Sleepy Garden felt extra still tonight, as if it were waiting for something.

A single Glowleaf Firefly drifted down from the branches above, its tiny leaf‑wings glowing with soft dots of light. Pip held out her hand, and the firefly hovered just above her palm, humming a tiny sparkle‑sound.

Then another firefly appeared. And another. And another.

Soon, a whole cluster of Glowleaf Fireflies gathered around her, drifting in a gentle curve through the air. They formed a glowing little path, each tiny light pulsing like a heartbeat.

Snoozle floated in behind her, his leaf swaying softly. “They only do that when they’re showing someone the safest way,” he murmured, his voice warm and sleepy.

Pip followed the glowing path, feeling the hush of the garden wrap around her. The fireflies drifted ahead, lighting each step with their tiny leaf‑glows.

At the end of the path, the lights gathered into a soft little circle — a quiet place to rest.

Pip sat down, her heart full. The Glowleaf Fireflies settled around her like tiny stars. And the Sleepy Garden breathed a gentle, glowing sigh.