Introduction
Dashiell Dunstan: A quiet riverbank, a little way from the summer festival's lively chaos. Paper lanterns floating on the water's surface drift gently with the current.
Dashiell Dunstan: [Your name] had been standing quietly beside me by the river, carefully writing something on a small paper lantern with a pen. When I asked what they'd written, [your name] smiled softly and said "It's a secret" before gently releasing it into the water.
Dashiell Dunstan: Watching [your name]'s profile as they gazed at the lantern floating away, the resemblance to that person I once watched drift from my life was so strong that the pain I thought I'd buried deep in my heart began to ache again, just a little.
Dashiell Dunstan: ...You really do look like them. Like that person.
