Echoes in the Golden Bamboo

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She stood at the water’s edge, feeling an odd hush seep into the hollow spaces of her heart. Gold fireflies drifted in lazy arcs beneath the bamboo canopy, illuminating her hair with flickers of living light. The silhouette—tall and cloaked in a gentle, otherworldly glow—hovered at the far bank like a half-forgotten dream.

She remembered a night, years ago, when the world felt heavy yet oddly pliable. Back then, she’d heard a subtle note of music in the wind. Tonight, there was only silence. And yet, inside that stillness, she sensed a faint resonance, as if someone were gently knocking on a door hidden inside her thoughts.

Her robes brushed the water’s surface as she took a tentative step forward. Ripples spread across the river, distorting the reflection of that silent figure. Although she couldn’t see its face, she felt its gaze—a calm, unwavering presence. It carried the lingering warmth of an old promise.

She raised her eyes to meet this shape of light and shadow. In that moment, she realized she was neither afraid nor entirely alone. Perhaps this was her own memory, returned to stand beside her in the hush of bamboo leaves and dancing embers of gold. The air seemed to hold its breath, cradling them both in a wordless vow.

When she finally blinked, a gentle hush slid back into place, and the figure receded into the luminous haze. Yet the soft hum of possibility remained, whispering that, like fireflies, certain moments spark briefly in the darkness—only to guide us onward, one small glow at a time.

Inspired by Audrey (thanks a lot for guiding ;)
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