(Anonymous inscription carved in white ink)
Under the plaster of silence,
Bones are growing.
They cannot hear,
That whisper is becoming the wind:
"I exist."
"I exist."
"I exist here."
The woman's hands were hanging down, her back slightly hunched. She had been sitting by the lake for nearly an hour, and her hands were almost reaching the moon.
When the shadow deviated in a hurry and became farther and farther away from the moon, she realized that she had raised her hand at some point.
Intention: Continuous self-improvement