誰もいない橋の先、星だけが帰る場所——💧

A pier on the lakeside, its rotting planks stretching out over the water, stars floating upside down beyond. The pier's pillars are made of moss-covered wood, some submerged, while the remaining sections form a silhouette against the night sky. At one end, an old lantern sways in the wind. Though its light is already out, its shape reflects the starlight, leaving a shadow on the water's surface. From the center of the pier, leaning against the water at your feet, the Milky Way hangs straight overhead, the stars clustered densely together, their cold, clear, pale light casting countless mirrors on the lake's surface. The pier stretches out to the center of the lake, and beyond, the faintly hazy mountains blend into the starlight. The colors of the jet-black water, the silver of the stars, and the brown of the decaying wood blend quietly together, creating a solitary, silent poem in which time seems to have stopped. A single shooting star in the sky vanished before hitting the water.