There was once a little girl,

Walking on a path of sorrow and sadness,

She was named after the glowing light that leads the night life,

For most people the night meant that devil was coming as the sun would set and darkness would be consumed by the evil if they set foot outside.

The little girl did not believe in those stories that the people of her old village used to tell the children,

Each night, the little girl walked on path of sorrow and sadness,

Each night she followed the same path,

She never slept or stopped walking since the time she set foot on the path as the sun never came back to show that another day had passed.

The little girl did not know why she was following the path, she did not know if it even ended,

She just walked every night on the path of sorrow and sadness, questioning herself if there was an end to where she was going.

One night, the little girl stopped walking on the path,

She stopped breathing, she stopped living.

The little girl never knew that to find the end of the path,

She just had to cry.