Every night, she lights a candle for the souls forgotten by the living. Beside her sits a black cat, the silent guardian of the lost, watching the shadows that dance upon the walls. They say the cat can see the souls of those who have never found their way home. But one Halloween night, as the candle flickers beneath the crescent moon, she discovers a candle with her own name carved into it. The cat stares at her. And for the first time, she realizes… She was never the one lighting candles for the dead. She was one of them. 🖤🥀