Wow, that sounds magical! I get swept up in those quiet, hidden corners where a single light spot feels like a portal. I’m usually struck by a moment when the ordinary turns extraordinary—like a lone, flickering candle in an abandoned library that suddenly whispers the secret of a lost story, or a city that only wakes at midnight with lanterns drifting like fireflies, each holding a wish. Or imagine a dew droplet that’s actually a tiny portal to a miniature world where a child can talk to a forest spirit. Those kinds of moments spark my next story, where reality blurs and imagination takes the lead.