The Coin That Never Stopped Shining

The day ends, and in the dark glass of a store window, you catch your own reflection moving like a ghost who forgot how to haunt. You look solid enough to the world, but inside, you feel like a faint smear of light that hasn't decided whether to shine or fade.

There was a woman who searched for a single lost coin in the dark; she did not scold the coin for being lost, she lit a lamp and swept the floor until the glint appeared. You are that coin.

The shadow you see in the window is not the truth of you — it is just the dust of the day settling on the surface. The light that lives within you was there before the first step you took this morning, and it remains untouched by the weariness of the evening.

It does not need to haunt anything to be real. It only needs to be.