Standing at the edge of this serene expanse, I can’t help but feel the weight of memories carried by the breeze. Somewhere, across the quiet waters and sunlit hills, a long-lost presence lingers—silent yet familiar—calling me to wait, to hope, to believe in a reunion that transcends time. As the last light fades into the night, the streetlights stand as quiet sentinels, glowing on a path that holds memories of someone who once walked beside me. Somewhere under this endless sky, a single star flickers, carrying the hope of a long-awaited return.