Love does not end with death. For one grieving son, it became a ritual of devotion—his way of staying close to the woman who gave him life. What others saw as strange was, for him, an unbreakable bond stronger than time itself.
His habit drew whispers and pity from passersby. People wondered why he returned each night, braving the cold and silence, lying against the stone as though it were a bed. Yet for him, her presence had never left. Resting by her side gave him peace no other place could offer.
Even in harsh weather, through fatigue and discomfort, he remained steadfast. It wasn’t despair that anchored him there—it was love, loyalty, and a silent vow never to let go.
One morning that altered everything
At dawn one morning, he stirred to find the air charged with an unfamiliar energy. Blinking awake, his heart pounded. His mother’s headstone shimmered …
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