Reunion

The old man's eyes sprang open, widening in shock. His gaze fixed on the figure appearing before him, a woman of ethereal beauty bathed in the soft moonlight streaming through the window. Time seemed to stand still, and the air was thick with an unsettling sense of familiarity.

Her delicate features and the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders in silken waves were all so vivid and real. And in those eyes, a kaleidoscope of emotions – sorrow, joy, a profound longing that mirrored his own. This wasn't a figment of his imagination; this was… his mother.

Tears streamed down his weathered face, tracing paths through the wrinkles etched by years of loneliness. She looked just like the picture he'd kept hidden for decades in his old box, her beauty unaffected by the passage of time.