The chance to finally see a sign from her late husband completely shattered her emotional walls.
In the blink of an eye, the ordinary water began to change.
The still surface suddenly reacted.
Tiny bubbles rose from the bottom, and a haunting, luminescent blue glow spread silently through the liquid.
It was a pale, spectral light, looking exactly like a trapped soul glowing under the dim flicker of the candlelight—beautiful, terrifying, and profoundly sacred.
Watching water illuminate on its own was a breathtaking, impossible phenomenon that felt completely beyond human design.
Valerie froze, her breath dying in her throat as sheer disbelief flooded her vision. After thirty years of chanting and hollow rituals, she had never witnessed a genuine miracle.
To her, this wasn't a trick. This was her beloved husband reaching across the veil to pass judgment on her sins.
Alaina stared into the swirling blue phosphorescence, her voice dropping into a solemn cadence. "Blue represents the cold. The cold represents resentment."
"If he truly forgave you and wanted you in the afterlife, the light would be a warm, golden sunrise. But look at this. This icy blue means he is bitter, restless, and furious."
She looked up at the trembling woman, driving the blade in deep. "He blames you. He blames you for your blind obsession, for throwing your own flesh and blood into a death trap just to chase a ghost. He doesn't want to spend eternity with someone so utterly heartless."
The blue glow pulsed slowly, like the heavy, disappointed sighs of a departed soul filling the quiet room.

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