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An elderly man stands on a small wooden pier at night, lifting his fishing line from a perfectly still pond. A bright round moon hangs from the hook just above the water, dripping silver droplets. The sky overhead contains stars and an empty dark circle where the moon should be. His red bucket is already filled with small glowing crescents. Reeds frame the lower corners, and the lifted moon illuminates his astonished face, rolled sleeves and the weathered planks beneath his boots.