That evening, the electricity went out as usual at nine o’clock. While my mother was lighting the candles, I was watching outside through the window. At that moment, a strange light rose from the place where the old walnut tree stood in the backyard. This light was not like moonlight or a flashlight. It was as if it were breathing on its own.
I couldn’t stop my curiosity. I put on my coat and quietly went outside. As I got closer to the light, my heart started to beat faster. There was a round light floating in the air under the walnut tree. Its color kept changing; sometimes it was blue, sometimes green. When I reached out my hand, the light stopped for a moment and then gently trembled.
Suddenly, I remembered the stories my grandfather used to tell. He said that on some nights, nature talks to people. Maybe this light wanted to tell us something. I gathered my courage and whispered, “What are you?” The light suddenly became brighter, and I felt a strange warmth inside me. My fear slowly disappeared.
After a while, the light slowly rose and disappeared into the sky. Only silence remained. When I went back home, I didn’t tell anyone about what I had seen. I felt that it was a special moment just for me. After that night, I stopped being afraid of the dark—because sometimes, the strangest lights are the ones that light up the inside of a person.