Hi, we meet again... What I mean is, it's nice to see you. Just call me Firefly, as always.

Wild grass, berries, butterflies, a cool breeze... When I want fresh air, I like to go out where the plants grow wild and touch the life-filled world with my own hands.

Fyreflies are such magical creatures, aren't they? They may throw themselves at a flame or suddenly grow old, but every night before that, they will shine brighter than the stars.