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A light that smiles from behind the clouds, then disappears as if it were almost visible.
A star that always appears late, like a heart that cannot be held.

People say it doesn’t exist,
but sometimes, when the night grows too quiet, the fox star lifts its head.

Some things are believed more because they never come closer.
A light that shows the way, even when it is never held in one’s hands.

It’s okay to remain such a star.
Without needing proof, it is enough not to erase oneself.