Some mornings feel heavy.
Today, Lilly woke with a quiet ache in her chest. The forest outside her window was still and gray. No birds sang. Even Luna the unicorn and Velora the raven seemed far away.
She whispered into the silence, “Spirit… are You there?”
But no answer came. Only the sound of her own breath and the slow sway of the trees.
Lilly wrapped her arms around her knees. “Is it all worth it?” she wondered. She’d been brave and kind and hopeful so many times. She’d listened, trusted, tried to shine her light. But right now, she couldn’t feel the magic. It was like trying to see stars in the daytime.
She almost stayed there, small and quiet. But then she remembered something: just because she couldn’t see Spirit didn’t mean Spirit was gone. Sometimes, magic hides deep — like roots under the earth, doing quiet, unseen work.
So Lilly slipped on her boots and walked to the clearing. She breathed in the cool air. Slowly, small signs began to appear:
• A single blue feather caught in the grass.
• A soft shimmer of light between the trees.
• Luna’s silver mane glinting as she stepped from the mist.
“See?” Luna whispered gently in her heart. “Even when you don’t feel it, love is here. You are seen. You are growing.”
Lilly touched her heartstone. The sadness didn’t vanish all at once, but it softened. Warmth spread — small but real. Maybe Spirit was working quietly today, weaving threads she couldn’t see yet.
She whispered back to the sky, “Okay. I’ll keep going. Even when it’s quiet.”
And in that quiet, she felt the faintest glow — enough to take one more brave step.
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đź’« Gentle Reminder for You
Sometimes the forest feels still. Sometimes Spirit seems silent. But that doesn’t mean the magic has stopped. Your light, your prayers, your hopes — they are alive and moving, even when unseen. Keep walking. Keep trusting. The roots are growing; the bloom will come. 🌱✨
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