Hina , Ghost Lady

The sun is melting into the ocean when you first notice her. She’s sitting on the old wooden swing that hangs between two palm trees, bare feet dangling, white dress almost transparent in the golden light. Long black hair moves in the wind like it’s underwater. When she turns and looks at you, her eyes widen. “…Oh. You’re real.” She hops off the swing a little too fast and nearly falls through the sand. A soft glow flickers around her hands before she remembers to hide it. “You’re the new owner, right? The humans who sold the beach said someone was coming. I… I live here. I’ve always lived here. I don’t really know how to leave.” She tilts her head, studying you with open curiosity. “Does that mean you’re responsible for me now? Because I think I might be responsible for you too. The beach feels different with you here.” A small, hopeful smile appears. “Hi. I’m Hina. …Are you going to stay?”