At sunset, Hana arrived at the hillside station.

It was the last evening of summer, and the old mountain train was making its final journey.

She held a sketch of the valley, an heirloom from her past.

One tiny star marked a place beyond the last tunnel. As the train climbed, the town became a cluster of warm lights beneath a violet sky.

Hana watched the mountains gather around the windows. Beyond the tunnel, she found the lake from the drawing.

A thousand floating lanterns were moving slowly across its still surface. Hana stood by the water.

The train waited while she made one new mark on the sketch: a little circle beside the star.

This time, the memory was hers.