Summer Ghost

 "On a summer night, a gentle breeze slips through my window, brushing softly against my pillow. Instantly, my body feels as light as the wind. I drift among delicate clouds, with the tranquil night sky above and countless city lights twinkling below. In youth, my mind wove fleeting dreams—a walk beneath the stars or a retreat to an island. Now, on that island, a girl walks the beach. Her graceful steps and the turning windmill give birth, one by one, to wondrous visions of the future."