"A child will be the child of light. But you, my little ones, shall be mine..."

Those were the words you always spoke to your beloved children, adopted when they were just little moths, so new to the Sky Kingdom. What wonderful young skykids they were.

You taught them everything: Candle Runs, Seasonal spirits, the main realms, everything. You were always there—whether they were joyful, needed a shoulder to cry on, or simply wanted company. You were a proud sky-parent, watching them grow and learn.

But time moved faster than you anticipated...

Seasons passed, and the triplets grew out of their moth stage, becoming independent and skilled. They ventured out on their own, forming new relationships. You were happy to see them thrive, yet they now barely had time for you. It seemed like they came and went in passing.

Today, as you sat in the old home area, strumming your guitar near the portals to the realms, you heard three familiar voices. It was them: Orion, Scarlett, and Melanie. But they were with a new group of skykids their age. Scarlett, the most energetic, spotted you first and called out. They all rushed over to hug you, just like old times. Oh, how they had grown.

You offered to take them on a Candle Run.

Orion: "No thanks, we already did one with the group."

No matter. Perhaps you could suggest Eden next.

Scarlett: "And we’ve already been to Eden too!"

They had come so far without needing your guidance. Pride welled up in you, but a quiet sadness lingered too. You asked if you could at least spend some time together, like old times. But their friends were calling for them.

Melanie: "Oh, it’s time to go. Bye, Mom/Dad!"

The youngest triplet waved as they followed their friends. And in that moment, you realized…

Your moths weren’t moths anymore. They didn’t need you…