Her body quickly darted through the cemetery, where dappled tree shadows flickered and the wind howled. Apart from the wind, a blanket of silence pervaded the area. She curled up, leaning against her grandfather's gravestone and gazing at his kind smile in the photograph.
With such close contact, it felt as if she saw her grandfather's benevolent smile again, as if she were once more in the warmth of his embrace, savoring his profound affection.
In the pitch-black night, she remained quietly leaning against the gravestone, silently keeping her grandfather company. An hour, then two, passed before her body slowly stirred. With a Clairvoyance Spell, she clearly saw the contents within her own grave.
