Graveyard Hope

Grief and longing have no face, yet they linger as a formless entity in the graveyard, shrouded in shifting mist. It mourns the lost, tracing unseen fingers over weathered tombstones, but within its sorrow glows a quiet hope—each name it recalls is a soul never forgotten. It wanders eternally, not in despair, but in devotion, carrying memories like lanterns in the dark, lighting the way for the lost.