The House That Remembers

A fog‑drenched forest stretches across the frame, twisted trees clawing at a dim sky. You stand in the foreground, seen from behind — cloak torn, sword at your hip, shoulders heavy with grief. Ahead of you, beneath a willow whose branches drift like smoke, your daughter’s ghost waits. Her white dress glows faintly, hair floating as if underwater, eyes soft and sad. Wisps of pale light swirl around her, guiding you deeper into the woods where your wife vanished. Inspired by Oh My Child written by Mythborne