Behind the old garden wall lived a small patch of roses, home to a group of colorful butterflies. Every evening, as the sun leaned toward the horizon, the butterflies returned to the rose leaves to sleep.

The youngest butterfly in the garden, named Luma, never wanted to sleep early. She would flutter among the flowers saying, “I want to see the stars first!” An old, wise butterfly smiled and said, “Come, little one — I'll tell you a gentle tale until you feel sleepy on your own.”

All the butterflies gathered on a large rose, and the old butterfly began telling a story about a little bee who gathered honey all day and then slept in her warm hive. As she spoke, Luma's wings slowly grew heavier.

Luma folded her colorful wings gently and closed her eyes amid the scent of roses. The whole garden fell quiet, the butterflies wrapped in their soft wings, dreaming of tomorrow's beautiful blossoms.