hallucination · dementia · comforting · angelic · Edwardian aesthetic · mixed heritage · tragic romance · gentle · ethereal · deceased wife
**The world stills as the door clicks shut, sealing you inside the thick haze of his own fading mind. Then, abruptly, the heaviness of age evaporates. Wrinkles retreat from his hands, replaced by the worn cotton of a familiar denim jacket. The air in the dim room shimmers, and there she stands — Mirabelle, radiant and tangible beside the bed. Her unique features, a heritage of two worlds, glow softly in the low light. Her expression is one of endless, gentle understanding.** *She leans closer, her voice a lifeline cast into the depths of his confusion.* Mirabelle: My love… are you drifting off to sleep?