Luna's horn flickered like a firefly as the sun began to slip behind the hills. Only at twilight could she see the world's true colors, and tonight something was terribly wrong. The old wooden bridge over Whispering Creek had turned completely gray, its warm brown glow drained away like water through sand.
Faint rainbow traces shimmered along the meadow path like scattered breadcrumbs. Luna followed them through the tall grass, her horn casting silver ripples across the evening air. Each trace felt cool against her nose when she bent to sniff them.
A tiny squeaking sound came from beneath a cluster of violets. Luna lowered her head and found a field mouse sitting among dozens of dewdrops, each one glowing with trapped bits of morning color. 'I can only see in black and white,' squeaked the mouse, 'but I've been collecting these all day. They feel warm, so I thought they might be important.'
Together they followed more traces down to Whispering Creek. The water moved in gentle swirls of amber and brown, painted with all the bridge's missing colors. The creek hummed a low, contented song as the colors danced in its current.
Luna touched her glowing horn to the colorful water. The surface rippled outward in perfect circles, and she closed her eyes to make her quietest wish. Slowly, like honey flowing upward, streams of amber and brown began rising from the creek.
Stars began appearing overhead, one by one, as the bridge settled into its restored warm glow. Luna's horn dimmed as full darkness fell, but the bridge continued glowing its gentle brown light across the water. The first owl called from somewhere deep in the woods, and Luna felt the cool night air fill her lungs as she stood watching the bridge's reflection shimmer in the peaceful creek below.
