For Serene’s OC Nozomi on subeta.
The last butterfly — the last wish — was feather-light and shining. Nozomi whispered a blessing and released it and the deed was done. Another well-deserving wish granted. A contented smile graced her face, and she closed her lantern, now dark.
Granting wishes was an ancient art, passed down by generation. Nozomi learned from her mother, who learned from her mother. It was secret, but simple: a butterfly, a lantern, an intonation. It was catch-and-release and magic and hope. It was a light in the dark, a guiding star.
She raised her lantern, ready to collect more wishes.