moment of magic

Eni holds out the flower to the reflection of the moon, her only, yet most faithful, friend.

"Will you be with me always?" she whispers.

A whitish mist thickens over the waves, and from it, a barely visible shadow of a hand reaches out, tenderly accepting the flower.

An instant later, the flower is no longer in Eni's grasp. The fog dissolves into the electric light of the lighthouse, but the moon's reflection continues its serene dance across the rippling water.