Threaded Destiny

When the night song ended and dawn broke, the girl gazed at the Rouge Lotus as if holding back a thousand words. At last, she untied the red string from her wrist and gently knotted it around a lotus stem. Clouds at the horizon glowed with the first light. The boat drifted off into the distance. This fleeting encounter, like dew or lightning, left only that red thread, binding their fates forever.