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I lit an old lantern,

its flame dancing softly,

casting shadows that move in patterns.

I hold it in my hand,

lighting my path, slowly.

In silence, I walk—

bare feet brushing the earth—

searching for something

that doesn’t want to be found.

The lantern flickers,

its light fleeting,

revealing fragments

of the darkened night.

This was written by our contributing writer, Andreea Cristine.