The attic's dusty, forgotten treasures told a silent story of loneliness and loss. As the group carefully carried Amara's belongings down to the central hall, the atmosphere was somber but determined. The mischievous ghost had been testing their patience all day, but now they understood her pain. It was time to honor her memory and bring her the peace she deserved.
"We'll set up the memorial in the courtyard," Celeste said as she placed the small chest on the long dining table. "It's quiet and open to the sky, she'll feel connected to the world again."
Ryuto nodded, his expression serious. "We should include things that matter to her. The locket, the drawings… maybe flowers from the garden?"
Nina leaned against the table, her usual teasing tone replaced with sincerity. "I can help with the flowers. And I've got some candles in my room we can use."
"Good idea," Celeste replied. "We'll need light to guide her spirit during the ceremony."
