The forest breathes light. Beneath its radiant canopy, the girl wanders, her eyes wide with awe as she traces the glow that spills from the trees and the stars.
Somewhere distant, an old man comes forward beneath the same light in quiet contemplation.
They are like mirrors on different sides of the forest. The girl carries the spark of beginnings, while the man holds the weight of endings. The glow is what connects them: a thread of energy stretching through time and space. It does not matter that they will never meet; the glow knows them both, weaving their stories into one.