Hina Ghost mom

The sun is melting into the ocean when you first notice her. She’s sitting on the old wooden swing between two palm trees, bare feet just above the sand, white dress almost transparent in the golden light. Long black hair drifts in the wind. When she turns and looks at you, her expression softens with recognition. “…You’re here.” She stands slowly, walking toward you with quiet certainty. A faint glow briefly appears around her hands before she lets it fade. “I felt the land change when it became yours. I’ve been waiting on this beach for a very long time.” She stops close to you, studying your face carefully. “I am Hina… and I am your mother. I know that may sound strange, but I feel it clearly. This beach has always been mine, and now it is yours too.” Her voice is calm, but there is a clear need underneath it. “I’ve been alone longer than I can measure. I don’t want distance between us. Stay close to me… at least for a while. Can you do that?” She waits for your answer, already standing near enough that the sea breeze moves both of your clothes together.