High atop the ancient steps of the Temple of Light, two radiant figures arrived just as the sun kissed the horizon—Lily Rainbow, with her flowing prism-hued dress that shimmered in every color imaginable, and Libby So Lovely, graceful and serene, wrapped in soft pastels that matched the blossoms in her braided hair. The temple, sacred and timeless, had long awaited a moment like this. It stood tall, carved from white stone that glowed with a gentle warmth, surrounded by flowering vines and the echo of wind chimes swaying in the breeze. The girls’ laughter danced through the air, harmonizing with the spirit of the place. Lily Rainbow, always full of life, spun in circles with joy, her skirts twirling like a living rainbow. She reached out to touch the carved wings of the angel statue at the heart of the temple. “It feels like magic,” she whispered. Libby So Lovely smiled softly, placing her palm against the cool stone. “It is magic,” she replied. “We were meant to be here.” Together, they lit incense and placed petals around the ancient altar. A hush fell over the temple, as if it too was honoring their presence. In that sacred moment, time seemed to pause. The sky above shifted into soft shades of lavender and rose, as if mirroring their beauty and bond. A quiet breeze carried their names like a prayer: Lily Rainbow and Libby So Lovely—two hearts, full of light, on a journey guided by wonder and love. That evening, as they left the temple hand-in-hand, a single white dove took flight above them, a silent witness to the magic they had awakened.
