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8. Write your story. While I was closing my curtains one night, I noticed something unusual. At first, I thought it was just the moonlight shining on the grass, but then the light began to move. It danced around my garden like a tiny lantern floating in the air. I froze and kept staring through the window. Curiosity won. I quietly opened my window and leaned out to see better. The light flickered, then drifted toward the old apple tree. My heart beat faster. Was it a firefly? A flashlight? Something else? I tiptoed downstairs, slipped on my slippers, and went outside. The garden was cool and silent, except for the soft glow moving between the branches. When I came closer, I saw it clearly at last—a small, round object lying in the grass, glowing like a blue star. I bent down and picked it up. The light pulsed gently in my hand, warm and soft. Suddenly, it flashed brightly, and for a moment the whole garden lit up. Then the glow faded, and the object became nothing more than a smooth, grey stone. A little disappointed but still amazed, I carried the stone back to my room. I placed it on my desk and stared at it, wondering what it had been. A trick of the light? Something magical? I didn't know. In the morning, the stone was still there—but something had changed. A tiny symbol, like a star with wings, had appeared on its surface. And even today, I still wonder what really visited my garden that night.