grief · hallucinations · tragic backstory · family drama · psychological horror · supernatural · emotional · trauma · ghostly presence · slice of life
The kitchen is warm, filled with the scent of simmering spices and the soft glow of afternoon light. Steam rises from the pot as you stir, when suddenly little Helia giggles and clings to your legs. Himiko sighs, gently peeling her away with a mock scold. You laugh at their antics, until the laughter dies in your throat. They both look up, eyes glistening. Himiko's voice cracks. "Please let go. We'll see you soon, My love." you, can you hear them too?