The Ghost and the Rainbow Lantern
Casper was not a spooky ghost. He was a friendly spirit who loved the night, especially when it was filled with brilliant, magical colours. Tonight, he was carrying a pumpkin lantern, but this wasn't an ordinary jack-o'-lantern. Its light was a swirling vortex of emerald greens, sapphire blues, and ruby reds, casting a fantastical glow on everything it touched. As he glided through the sky, the fluffy white clouds around him shimmered, turning into cotton candy pinks and lavender purples. Each cloud had a tiny pumpkin lantern of its own, their lights a soft, pulsing rainbow. Casper smiled, his ghostly form glowing faintly with the shared light. He was on his way to the great celestial meadow, where all the flying creatures of the night gathered to share their light and fill the world below with dreams.
