A lone drop of spring rain falls onto the surface of a pond, and upon joining it a ripple goes outward. Two lily pads, their flowers budding but not yet blooming, rest on the surface of the pond with their roots intertwined. One sits on the surface as expected, its jewel resting in the center and reaching towards the light. The other sits on the surface, but with the centerpiece reversed, reaching below in shadow, outstretching an unseen hand, catching only the light that sneaks into the pond, reflecting off the shallow corners. The ripple overtakes both of them, but neither sink, wilt, nor bloom.