Azura's POV
The moonlit graveyard on the other side held a tranquil ambiance, the whispers of spirits echoing through the ethereal landscape. Great-Grandmother's guidance had provided clarity on Danielle's predicament, but as I continued to walk through the otherworldly realm, questions lingered like shadows under the moon.
The gravestones stood as silent witnesses to the passage of time, and the spectral presence of Great-Grandmother by my side offered a sense of solace. Yet, my restless mind sought answers beyond the immediate challenges. With a hesitant breath, I gathered the courage to delve into the inquiries that lingered within me.
"Great-Grandmother," I began, my voice a soft murmur in the graveyard's stillness, "there's something else that troubles my spirit. Questions about my
