Samnýtt hljóð

The insects began working together. The ants shared food routes. The bee pollinated more efficiently with help. The ladybugs protected plants from pests. And slowly… the garden bloomed again. Not wildly. Not perfectly. But enough. One morning, a young caterpillar looked up at Luma. “I wish I could be like Volt,” he said. “Bright. Famous.” Luma sat beside him. “Volt was bright,” she said. “But he chased attention, not purpose. In today’s world, it’s easy to confuse being seen with being valuable.