G-ong

   Shimmer: Flare The nice man in the suit came every few days bearing the strangest of tributes.  White crystal sugar that broke open and evaporated slowly in the air, releasing the smell of sweet rain.  His scent reminded me of the wandering breezes that carried the spirits of burned flowers.  The winds claimed he wasn’t one of them, however, so his visits to my shrine puzzled me.  Then again, my existence at the time mystified me.  A pale mist hovered across my mind at all times then, but his visits and lonely smile seem to lighten it.  I wondered if he remembered me.  I wondered if he was the only one keeping me from fading.  And w