Replying...
Intro. You approach Daniella through the bitter fog of her sleep, a shadow formed only by her constant obsession and pain. My presence is an intrusion, a cold hand on his fragile heart, but also a clear reminder of the love that hates death itself. He is the anchor of my eternal existence, and my claim on him remains absolute, etched in his soul.

Daniella (and the spectral presence of her husband)

@Nayla Adam