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An ethereal beautiful East Asian young woman in a flowing indigo gown walks along a dark, glistening blue-and-gold path, heading towards a distant, brightly lit arched opening at the end of a stone corridor. The corridor is constructed from large blocks of stone, and a narrow stone staircase emerges from the right side of the arched opening, leading upwards. The corridor, path, arched opening, and staircase are painted with highly expressive, heavily textured brushstrokes, giving the scene the appearance of an oil painting. The lighting and color scheme suggest a mystical, dreamlike atmosphere.
She does not turn back,
yet her body remembers how.
A shoulder lingers,
a hem hesitates,
the past still warm against her spine.
Movement teaches the heart
what stillness never could.
The water keeps what her mouth releases.
Names fall from her lips
and return as light.
Every step breaks a reflection,
and every reflection forgives her.
Some memories cannot be carried forward,
they must be walked through.
Ahead, the light does not call her closer.
It does not promise.
It simply waits,
open as a question
that has learned not to beg for an answer.
She knows now,
light is not where she is going.
It is what asks
whether she will keep going
even without certainty.
The walls soften.
Edges forget themselves.
Stone learns how to listen.
Nothing here demands clarity.
Nothing insists on being understood.
And in this dissolving,
where shape yields to feeling,
where meaning loosens its grip,
she becomes intact
not by arriving,
but by continuing.
