Ghost

"Ezra…"

The voice was faint, barely audible, but it sent a chill down his spine. 

He took a step back and stretched a hand forward. Whatever was coming, he was prepared to shred it. He focused as the frost thickened and crept closer.

There was a shuffle and the figure stepped fully into view, her body shimmering like a mirage of frost and light. 

Ezra froze where he stood and his outstretched hand dropped, unable to believe what his Aura was telling him. 

It was her. 

Genesis. 

His dead wife. 

This wasn't a hallucination or memory his mind was conjuring in front of him. No. His Aura definitely wasn't lying. It was real.

The ghostly version of Gen looked exactly as he remembered, her long white hair flowing like strands of silver mist, her eyes filled with the energy that had always been exciting. Her form radiated a silver glow, looking like an angelic astral projection.