The Finale of the Firefly Tale One night, the firefly felt that its flashes weren't enough. The flash wasn't a coincidence; it was a response. But the larger flash was a memory, a song, a caress, or something else. The firefly realized that it was a little girl, and it was also a wild animal. Because every time the firefly looked at that unshocked book, it said, I love you. From then on, each person who lay in the dark saw a small sign under their nose—but still: Your light also belongs to me. It will never fade.