In a remote village nestled in the mountains, a young girl named Elara had heard whispers of the fire rainbow—a celestial marvel that few had ever witnessed. Legend said it was a gift from the gods, a fleeting moment when the heavens were at their most vivid. One summer afternoon, as Elara wandered the hillsides, she noticed the sun blazing high above, the sky pristine and still. Then, out of nowhere, the air seemed to shimmer.
At first, it was subtle—a faint glow, like a breath of warmth on her skin. But as she gazed upwards, she saw it: a vibrant arc of fire, stretching across the sky in an explosion of reds, oranges, and yellows, each hue melting into the next like liquid light. It was no painting, no trick of the eye—this fire rainbow was real. Elara stood in awe, her heart racing. The villagers, who had gathered around her, watched with wide eyes, recognizing this rare sign as a moment of divine blessing. As quickly as it came, the rainbow faded, leaving behind only the memory of a sky ablaze with colors.
From that day on, Elara became the keeper of the story, passing it down through generations, a reminder that beauty often lies in the rare and fleeting wonders of the world.
