His mother smiles, wrapping her arms around him. There's not a lot of give, but he can feel something present, even if it's so, so very cold around him.
Oh, sweetheart... this is the door to the realm of our Lady Death. All will be here someday. I am still... ... I am not the life you remember, but you are still my sweet boy. And I love you.
... And then the portal opens.
The ghost woman holds Genya to her protectively, unwavering.
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Date: 2025-11-05 03:21 am (UTC)Oh, sweetheart... this is the door to the realm of our Lady Death. All will be here someday. I am still... ... I am not the life you remember, but you are still my sweet boy. And I love you.
... And then the portal opens.
The ghost woman holds Genya to her protectively, unwavering.