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In the hush of night, a glass frog rests upon a stone —
transparent as a soul that has ceased to hide.
Around him drift spheres of light,
memories glowing because they were once loved.
Each hue breathes a note from the past —
no sorrow, no loss, only pure vibration that remains.
The lake becomes a mirror, the sky a heart,
and the frog — a witness to the moment
when everything that ever was
turns quietly into beauty.