The Jester's Dandelion Wish

Under the moon’s silver gaze, the jester crouched by the murmuring stream, a dandelion poised in her delicate grip. Painted smiles concealed her longing as she closed her eyes, releasing the seeds into the starlit air. The fawn watched in quiet wonder, as though it, too, understood the fragile power of her wish—a fleeting hope carried on the breath of midnight’s stillness.