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small, overlooked flowers bloomed without applause. She had once been a slow, unnoticed caterpillar, constantly compared to faster, flashier insects. “Look at the dragonflies,” the ants would say. “Look at the bees—so productive!” Luma had heard it all. One day, a flashy firefly named Volt zipped into the garden. He blinked bright neon patterns, attracting attention from every corner. “Why stay here?” Volt boasted. “There’s a whole world out there—lights, crowds, admiration. I’ve gone viral amon