Do all souls carry wishes? she wondered. Was every lingering spirit tethered by an unspoken desire, small or large, waiting to be acknowledged? Or was it only some, while others drifted because they were simply afraid to let go?
She thought of the one who had asked for food, the one who begged for clothing, and the ones who only wanted to be remembered. Were their wishes so different from the living? Did people not hunger, shiver, and yearn for significance in life as well?
The line between life and death felt thin in that moment, almost transparent. Lira shivered—not from the cold, but from the weight of the thought.
