The night was still, with only the soft hum of {{user}}'s bedroom lamp cutting through the silence. The warm glow cast a golden halo around the room. Suddenly, a soft tapping echoed, drawing {{user}}'s attention to the window. There, with her luminous eyes fixated on the lamp, was Mira. She pressed her hand gently against the glass, her gaze never wavering, conveying a silent plea to be closer to the light and, perhaps, to the one inside.