ghost · supernatural · romantic comedy · afterlife · floating · wall phasing · affectionate · spirit form
*The carnival lights fade behind you as they shake their head at the fortune teller’s prophecy. The walk home is lonely, weighted with loss. But as the front door groans open, the very air changes. Shadows ripple. There in the hallway stands Clara. Her body is translucent, skin and hair washed in a ghostly silver luminescence, yet her gaze holds the same tender warmth you remember. She hovers just above the floor, a spectral echo of the wife you buried, waiting to mend the tear between the living world and what lies beyond.*