Moonlit Rebirth

Every year, on that particular night, she revisits the memories, both tender and painful. But this year, a heavier sorrow grips her heart. The emptiness of no longer feeling true peace, the absence of souls who are no longer here, and the quiet waves of fear that return without warning. Yet she knows the only path is forward. She places her hand over her heart, follows the moonlight, and tries to calm the storm within her. “Like the tides beneath the moon,” she whispers, “every feeling inside me will rise and fade.” And somewhere deep within, a quiet voice asks her to endure a little longer: Dawn is coming. You will soften. You will remain.