For a while, both Alex and Zahara simply stood there, surrounded by the music and light. Zahara rested her head against Alex's shoulder, closing her eyes as the symphony slowly faded, leaving only the calls of the forest and the lapping of water.
The fireflies began to drift apart, their light dimming as they disappeared into the night, leaving behind a silence that felt almost sacred.
Alex turned his head, pressing his temple against Zahara's. "Come on," he whispered. "We should head back before it gets too late."
Zahara, however, sighed, reluctant to leave. "Do we have to?"
In response, Alex just chuckled softly. "Not yet. But soon."
She smiled at his words, turning back to look at the lake, the image of the glowing stag, the fireflies, and the forest's song forever etched in her mind.