Nia the Cat tiptoed onto the porch as the world grew quiet and the sky turned deep blue. Flickering lights danced above—Ollie the Moth fluttered by, his wings shimmering. “Night is my favorite time!” whispered Ollie. “Mine too,” purred Nia, “So many secrets come out when it’s dark.” Together, they wandered through the sleeping garden, following the soft glow of fireflies. Shadows shifted and shapes twinkled as they explored. Nia’s tail swished as she heard a soft hum. “Ollie, do you hear singing from the old oak?” Ollie circled the tree and saw tiny glow-worms lighting up the branches, singing a gentle lullaby. Mesmerized, Nia and Ollie curled up beneath the tree, counting stars and listening to night’s magic. Soon, the moon peeked over the hills and painted silver trails across the grass. “There are so many stories in the night,” whispered Ollie. Nia smiled, “Let’s dream together and find them all.”