Samsara – Epilogue
On a street corner—The time stood delicately between twilight and night.Light streamed through gaps between the buildings, casting long shadows on the pavement.People hurried by, each chasing their own destination.
Amid the bustle, a young woman walked alone, holding a convenience store bag in one hand and staring at her smartphone.
In that moment of distraction—Her passcase silently slipped from her grasp.
Unaware, she continued toward the crosswalk.
Behind her, an old man bent slowly to pick it up.With a cane in one hand, white hair, round glasses, and a worn-out coat,he looked oddly out of place in the urban chaos—yet he exuded a gentle, quiet calm.
The old man gently dusted off the fallen item and called out to her back.
"Miss, you dropped something."
She paused and turned around.
"Oh…! Thank you so much!"
"Are you all right? You seemed troubled."
As she took the item, her expression clouded slightly.
—I've seen this face somewhere.
Though they had never met,something about the old man's eyes held a strange warmth.A nostalgia that defied explanation.
Their eyes met—and something inside her chest gave a faint tremble.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak,the old man gave a gentle smile and turned to walk away.
His retreating back seemed serene, as if at peace—and somehow, quietly joyful.
"…Wait…"
She whispered, but her voice was swallowed by the hum of twilight.
The old man's figure slowly disappeared into the crowd beyond the crosswalk.
She stood there, watching his back fade into the distance.A strange tightness gripped her chest,yet an inexplicable warmth welled up within.
—We'll meet again. Someday, surely.
She had no proof.But somehow, she knew.
Above her, a single star twinkled in the sky,as if quietly promising a reunion.
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All things come full circle.Meetings, farewells, memories, and souls—Even if separated by time or distance,As long as the will remains,The cycle will one day bring them together again.
Samsara.The end was always the beginning.