The Northern Lights

Once upon a time, in the far north where the snow never melts, there lived a young Inuit child. The winter had been so long that the child could barely remember what the sun looked like. Day after day, night after night, the world stayed dark and cold. The child would stand at the window of their warm home, looking out at the endless white snow and the black sky above. Everything felt heavy and quiet, like the whole world was sleeping. The child pressed their small hands against the cold glass and wondered if the light would ever come back. The darkness seemed to go on forever, stretching across the frozen land like a thick, heavy blanket. Even the stars seemed dim and far away. The child felt very small in all that darkness, but they kept watching and waiting, hoping that something beautiful might happen.