First Light

晨雾未散，一朵白莲已然全开，侧身迎光。背景里光斑浮动，如水面碎银。盛放不必喧哗，它只是安静地把自己交给了清晨。

Before the mist lifts, a white lotus is already fully open, leaning into the light. Specks of light drift behind it like silver on water. Blooming makes no announcement; it simply gives itself, quietly, to the morning.