HELP!!!

HELP!!!

My dad's birthday is coming up (mid july) and I'm going to make him a replica of the Master Sword from Breath of the Wild since that's his favorite Zelda game. I've got the whole thing planned out and have my supplies or at least know where to get them, I just need glow in the dark paint!!

I cannot for the life of me find a good one on Amazon and searching craft/hardware stores in person has been disappointing and unreliable so far. I'm wondering if anybody on here who has more experience than me with costumes, cosplay, prop/replica making or anything in that domain has any recommendations! Preferably a spray paint, but other stuff is alright too. I need to get close or exact to that aqua blue glow, and need it to be transparent when it's not glowing so that it looks like a regular blade.

If such a paint does not exist, so be it, but I figured it's worth asking for help! Final product will be posted of course :)

Wings

Amid the cries of a fallen angel

There echoes the sound of a mourning mother

She begs for an end at the feet of the reaper

And exists the same as all the days before

She weeps, she screams

For her child has changed

But maybe for the better

Without warning came trumpets and banners that flew

“I’m different!” The angel shouted

Thinking this was the answer

The solver of problems, of worries and woes

Mother and father

They disagreed

They held their ears

Begged for an end

Squinted and questioned

“Who are you again?”

The angel, they whimpered, confused and afraid

Were these not their parents?

The people who taught, cared, and loved?

This woman and man, who were they if not?

Retreating on wings to their haven, safe at last

Confined and understood at least they had that

The people who talked, worried and helped

This was their family, without even a doubt

Thunder, lightning, questions, it rained

The mother and father they asked again and again

Without satisfaction they took the angel’s wings

Convinced without flight everything was explained

“A feeling!” The angel cried, “a thought in my head!”

“These people I’ve talked to, they heard what I said!”

“Understanding, relation, they know how I’ve felt!”

“They helped when I thought I couldn’t be helped!”

Silence, not one single word

The mother fret, the father read

Desperately turning thoughts through their heads

How could it be?

Our angel so sweet?

Trapped with the mind of a demon so mean?

“You’re lying,” they announced, matter of fact

“This isn’t the truth, this author proves that”

Papers and words and books and things

Page after page to justify disbelief

Not knowing who’s thoughts were whose

The angel now doubted the melodies they blew

“Did I lie?” They thought, “was I too hasty to speak?”

“Should I have waited more days or more weeks?”

The angel now mourned, hiding again

Bloodied and torn flesh on their back, wings lost to the wind

A feather in hand, a tattered lifeline

A beacon of hope in the dark of the nights

Plotting for futures that came and went

“Should I keep going like this? Can I reach the end?”

The feather, it twisted and turned

Their clammy grip kept it tight

Reluctant to lose more but too weak to fight

I GOT KURTIS CONNOR TICKETS!!!!!!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

saving this to see if Kurtis got hit by Apollo’s ball of prophecy