"Have you ever seen the glow that's hiding beneath the veil?" she asked. It was a peculiar question that lingered just above silence, like the last note of a forgotten lullaby echoing in empty skies.

"It's not about finding it," he replied with a grin that danced on the edges of moonlight and mystery, "but knowing it’s always there, ready to whisper secrets to those who listen."

The glow flickers like a phantom flame; to others, just a shadow, but to the curious, a beacon. What shapes does it take? What stories does it weave? Perhaps it's waiting for you to step closer. Or maybe it's just a trick of the mind—there's nothing really hidden, is there?