At first, I saw nothing.
But then—
Creak…
The wardrobe door trembled, moving just slightly, as if something inside was pushing from within.
Every instinct in me went on alert.
Something was moving in the corner of the room.
At first, I thought it was just a trick of the light—maybe a piece of cloth swaying in the draft. But when I looked closer, I saw it.
Something small… and alive.
'Could that be…?'
I approached cautiously, my footsteps slow and deliberate. The air felt heavy, filled with the faint scent of damp wood and dust.
When I finally crouched down and got a good look, I realized what it was.
A tiny creature with delicate, transparent wings was trembling faintly on the floor. Its round, balloon-like body shimmered softly under the lamplight, almost like it was made of glass.
I reached out carefully, cupping it in my hands. It was warm to the touch—lighter than air, fragile as if a single breath could make it vanish.
