At night, the stream flows lazily through its banks. She feels herself flowing with it. Slowly, lazily, beautifully... time seems to stop, all for the flowing of the stream.
The moonlight reflects off those slow waters, illuminating the entire stream with a faint glow, slightly brightened by the reflection. The fireflies were creating pinpricks of light, their mirror form floating beneath them in the stream, adding their glow to the light.
She opens her eyes, feeling their own glow adding once more, and their light grows and grows, and she falls into their light, still surrounded by the stream.
Endlessly flowing through the glow...