Luna loved these tranquil nights where she could lose herself in the beauty of the stars. Her feathers ruffled slightly in the cool air as she blinked, mesmerized by the vastness of the universe. But tonight, something catches her attention—a tiny star flickering weakly amidst the sea of shining lights.

"What's wrong, little star?" Luna hooted softly, her voice filled with empathy and care. The star's faint light quivered as if responding, and a whisper reached her ears. The Star lamented, "I'm too small to shine bright. Nobody notices me."

Luna flapped her wings thoughtfully, sensing the star's loneliness. "That's not true! Every star is special in its own way," she encouraged. An idea sparked in her mind, and her eyes gleamed with excitement.

Luna called out to the fireflies, her friends of the night. "Let's help the little star shine!" she urged. The fireflies responded with enthusiasm, their collective glow forming a warm halo around Luna as they took to the sky.

The Star giggled with delight, its confidence blooming with the support of its newfound friends. "Wow! I feel special now!" it exclaimed, its voice filled with newfound joy and assurance.

Luna smiled, her heart full. "You've always been special. Sometimes, we just need a little help to see our own light," she said softly. From that night on, the little star never doubted itself again, shining brightly in the sky, surrounded by friends who believed in its light.