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Then she saw them: kunang-kunang —fireflies. But not just any fireflies. They gathered in a specific berembang tree, a species of mangrove apple tree her father loved. He had said, "Pokok berembang selalu tumbuh di tanah yang paling tinggi dan paling kering. Tempat selamat semasa air pasang besar." The berembang tree always grows on the highest, driest ground. A safe place during a king tide.

Their father, a boat builder, had always warned them: "Hutan bakau adalah paru-paru laut. Jaga dia, dia jaga kita." The mangroves are the lungs of the sea. Protect them, and they protect you. malajuven

As dawn broke over the village, painting the sky in hues of orange and gold, Dinda made a silent promise. She would not just be a survivor. She would be a voice. A guardian. Then she saw them: kunang-kunang —fireflies