There was once a forest filled with tall and majestic trees, creating a spell all around. In a quiet and serene meadow, ethereal and magical, at the edge of the forest, lived a young hare named Sean. He was lively, curious, and lured by the enigmas of the world. Sean was captivated by mysteries, constantly searching for something he couldn’t comprehend, and he believed he might discover something like that just beyond the next hill or beyond the tallest trees.
His fellow hares warned him and said, “You should stay within safe bounds,” but Sean, he was obsessed with the idea of making discoveries; his spirit was restless and filled with questions.
One night, a bright crescent moon sparkled, casting a silvery glow that illuminated the sky and gave an immersive, almost mystical sensation of ancient cosmos, deepened into a dark blue velvet; the stars began to blink into view, and Sean noticed a small light flickering near the edge of the woods. He hopped toward it, his heart thumping and jerking with excitement. It seemed that it had jumped out of his chest at one moment. The light pulsed gently, and he observed the outline of a small being fluttering around it—a moth adorned with fragile, silvery wings.
Ellie the moth was delicately perched by the flame of a lantern left hanging on a low branch by a human who had traversed through the woods earlier that evening. In the light, Ellie’s delicate wings shimmered. She circled the flame in close loops, her wings capturing and mirroring the warm light.
Sean tilted his head, curious. “Hey there, what are you doing?” he called softly, not wanting to startle her.
Ellie paused for a moment, her wings fluttering softly as she looked at Sean. His words seemed to echo through the night, hovering in the air as she looked down at him with gentle eyes. She spoke softly, her voice filled with a sense of wonder, “The flame captivates me.” “It holds a warmth and beauty that I cannot ignore. It’s as if… as if something within me answers to it.”
Sean twitched his nose. “But it’s dangerous, isn’t it? I mean, you could burn yourself, couldn’t you?”
The moth nodded, unfazed. “Yes, I could. But that’s the nature of my existence, young hare. To love something—even if it might harm you—gives life a certain beauty, don’t you think?”
Sean thought for a moment, finding her words both fascinating and confusing. “But why not stay safe?” he asked. “There’s beauty in the meadow, in the moonlight, in the night air. Why risk yourself?”
Ellie gave a soft laugh, circling the flame once more, her wings barely brushing its edges. “To stay safe is natural for you, Sean. You run swiftly and live by caution. But for me, the beauty of life is not in how long I live, but in how close I come to truly feeling it.”
This answer puzzled Sean, who had always valued his speed, safety, and the shelter of the meadow. But the moth’s words stirred something within him, a question he didn’t quite know how to answer. He watched her for a while, the delicate way she circled the light, close yet careful. She felt herself attracted towards it, yet she was wise enough to refrain from it and not plunge straight into it.
Eventually, a quiet figure approached. It was an old owl named Dante, having seen many seasons and witnessed countless lives come and go in the forest. He watched seasons change, creatures come and go, all with an ageless wisdom. Perched on a branch nearby, he was content, his amber eyes shimmering in the light of the flame. Sean and Ellie glanced in his direction, aware of his silent presence.
“Good evening, Dante,” Sean said politely because he knew the owl well. He was fond of the owl, for Dante had a reputation for observing the world with deep insight, hoping to glimpse the world through his keen, knowing eyes.
Dante nodded his head in greeting, and then turned to Ellie. “I notice you are once more captivated by the flame,” he remarked in his composed, insightful tone.
“Yes,” Ellie replied. “It’s a strange call I cannot ignore, even if it’s a dangerous one.”
The owl tilted his head thoughtfully. “Perhaps it is not the flame itself that you seek, but what it represents.”
Sean’s ears pricked up. “What do you mean?”
Dante regarded them both with his wise, steady gaze. “For some, life is about living carefully, staying safe within known bounds, like you, Sean. But for others, life is about reaching beyond what they know, drawn by a light they do not fully understand. The flame is both beautiful and perilous, yes, but it is not the flame that Ellie loves—it is the journey, the call to experience life’s mystery, even if it brings her close to danger.”
Sean pondered this in silence. He had always admired Dante’s wisdom, but the owl’s words made him feel unsettled, he felt as though there was something just out of his reach that he could not fully comprehend.
“But why would you want to risk anything for something you don’t understand?” he asked, his voice full of uncertainty.
Dante’s voice softened as he looked at him. “It is not about understanding, young hare. It is about feeling. Some creatures live to understand, others to experience, and some, like Ellie, live simply to be close to what calls them. Each path has its own wisdom, and its own risks. You choose one, Ellie chooses another. Both are equally true, and each has its beauty.”
Ellie smiled at the owl’s words, drifting gracefully around the lantern once more. “You see, Sean,” she said, “there is beauty in every path we take, even if we do not know exactly where it leads.”
Sean watched her in silence, feeling a stirring within him as though he were on the brink of understanding something far larger than himself. Perhaps, he thought, there was no single way to live fully; perhaps some creatures found meaning in seeking safety while others found it by embracing life’s mysteries, even if they came close to the flame.
That night, as the moon rose high above the trees, Sean returned to his burrow, his mind still whirring with questions and ideas. He realized that he did not need to choose Ellie’s path, nor did he have to abandon his own, for life, he understood, could hold more than one truth.
And Ellie, as if she knew her purpose was fulfilled, floated away from the flame, her spirit calm and her heart content. She had not needed to throw herself into the fire to experience its light: it was enough to be near it, to let it call to her soul.
And as for Dante, he watched them both, a quiet satisfaction in his eyes. He knew that Sean and Ellie had both found something precious that night, a small truth that would linger with them in their own ways.
