"I... want to hear her voice again," Garnet whispered, daring to take another step closer. Beyond the image of her late mother, a vision of beauty. Was this heaven they had stumbled in to? Flowers, and waterfalls, and glowing swirls, like fireflies whose lights never flickered.

"Mother..." she addressed the image, pleading in that one word for her to speak, react, same anything, even if only her name...

But she did nothing more than look at Garnet. Did this ghost even see her? Or did she simply not want to speak to her? Was she ashamed? Have I disappointed you somehow?