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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.

Pak RT’s face hardened with resolve. "Tomorrow, we rebuild. And this time, we listen to the trees." malajuven

If the berembang tree marked high ground, then the path to safety lay in the direction its branches leaned—away from the waterlogged basin. Then she saw them: kunang-kunang —fireflies

Dinda knelt, feeling the tangle of prop roots. The ones facing the rising moon (which was east) were slicker, greener. She pressed her ear to the largest root. A faint drip… drip… drip echoed inside. He had said, "Pokok berembang selalu tumbuh di