sparkle

Here it was.
The night of May everyone waits for, when everything seems to wait in awe for the magic of summer to come and the stars shine in harmony with fireflies. The perfume of roses hung in the air, and the wind gave the most pleasant sensations on the skin, caressing it with silk fingers.
It was for this kind of nights she longed to have a garden during her childhood, and now that she was a young woman she had one, small, secluded, hidden in the midst of the city.

What if memories from a distant past, traces to a small yet enormous universe whose aim is light but needs to be surrounded by darkness to exist, suddenly decide to disclose their existance to a woman who has a particular gift in identifying different kinds of light?

And what if some of this woman's dreams show they were not fantasies as she believed ?