Lumina And The Enchanted Hollow

<p>Deep within the glow-filled shelves of an old firework emporium-where rockets boast of thunderous booms and fountains shimmer with confidence-lives a firework who feels very different from the rest.</p><p></p><p>His name is *Figment*.</p><p></p><p>He's small.</p><p>Lavender-purple.</p><p>A little crinkled around the edges.</p><p>With a crooked fuse and a heart that worries far more than it should.</p><p></p><p>While the other fireworks dream of dazzling crowds and sky-shaking finales Figment dreams of something much quieter. He doesn't want to be the loudest. He just wants to be enough.</p><p></p><p>Because Figment is afraid.</p><p></p><p>Afraid that when it's finally his turn to shine... nothing will happen at all.</p><p></p><p>Hidden away in a forgotten cardboard box Figment listens as the grand fireworks brag about their spectacular futures-booming explosions roaring applause skies ablaze with colour. Figment looks at his uneven wrapper and drooping fuse and wonders if there's anything special inside him at all.</p><p></p><p>So he waits.</p><p>And he worries.</p><p>And he stays hidden-where no one can be disappointed.</p><p></p><p>Until *New Year's Eve* arrives.</p><p></p><p>The town gathers beneath the midnight sky buzzing with excitement. Fireworks soar. The crowd cheers. Everything is perfect... until the grand finale fails.</p><p>The sky falls silent.</p><p>Faces drop.</p><p>A little girl asks where the stars have gone.</p><p></p><p>And in that quiet heartbreaking moment something inside Figment begins to glow.</p><p></p><p>What follows is a breathtaking act of courage as Figment rises into the darkness and discovers that his spark-gentle beautiful and entirely his own-is exactly what the world needs.</p>