*Mira*

“Come on, Mira,” I murmured to myself, “focus.”

Perched halfway up the cliff, I clung to the rough, jagged rocks digging into my hands. The wind whipped around me, carrying the moist air from the waterfall a hundred yards away. Below, the sheer drop descended into an abyss of darkness.

And then, there it was—a burst of purplish silver amidst the gray and brown caught my eye.

“Beautiful,” I whispered, mesmerized by five gentle, pulsing glows. ...