With blackness in every direction, the glittering lights lit up one by one in front of her nose, illuminating less than a foot in front of themselves. A trail of them, dancing lightly in place hovering just above the swampy floor. She stared wide-eyed at first, and then decided to rise, slowly walking toward them into the blackness.She followed it, farther and farther until she stood before a massive tree somewhere in the center of the swamp. It hummed to her, almost speaking, and told her that she would be guardian of those who lived here. It lit up in firefly light, and the tree seemed to open one large bark-surrounded eye at her, glowing orange and ominous. "You will be the Spark of Life that will keep this section of swamp safe. Every creature, every insect, and every plant. You will become its healer, it's protector. You are born of my roots and bark, and are the heart of all fireflies who light your way. Be one with the world."
Its voice faded, and its eye closed, and she stood at the base of its massive twisting roots, pondering. She knew what she was then, and what she must do. It was so simple. A tiny fluttering creature fluttered down to her, and landed on her rump. She turned to the creature curiously. It spoke then, saying "we will meet one day, and I will help guide you." Then it fluttered back up into the branches. Spark looked on and then understood her name. She was the Spark of Life of the swamp by this tree. She was born of it, and she would become one with it again one day. She smiled, and the world began to fade back into darkness, until the first ray of light shined down through her sac, and she opened her orange, glowing eyes to the growing world around her.