The night the blue bloom opened, the Moonwell glowed like an old friend’s face. Mira stood with the Lumin and her fellow Smurfs, their hands and twigs clasped. They sang the rhyme Brainy recited, and the prism scattered the moonlight into a thousand tiny windows. Lumin threads pulsed through the weave like stitches, their freckles flashing in time with the chorus. For a moment the world held its breath and then exhaled color.