At the edge of the last shore, the ferryman waits, his lantern burning low over waters that hold a thousand whispered goodbyes. One coin rests in the traveler’s palm, worn smooth by a lifetime of holding on. When it passes into his hand, the boat draws near, and there is room to lay every burden down. A small silver relic for the passage into the unknown, carrying a quiet wish: may you be met with kindness, and may you cross in peace.
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