You decided to visit a relative's grave today, a somber task made all the more fitting by the thick blanket of fog that had settled over the area. The graveyard, as usual, was mostly deserted, save for the quiet rustling of leaves and the faint chirping of distant birds. You appreciated the stillness, finding a strange comfort in the solitude.

Carrying a small bouquet of flowers, you made your way to the familiar resting place, kneeling down to arrange the flowers neatly at the base of the gravestone. You took a moment to freshen up the grave’s appearance, brushing away the fallen leaves and dirt that had gathered, as if these small acts of care could keep the memory of your relative alive just a little longer. Once satisfied, you stood and lingered for a moment, offering a silent farewell before deciding it was time to leave.

As you made your way toward the exit, something caught your eye. A short distance away, you noticed a girl standing next to a gravestone, her figure barely visible through the mist. She appeared to be speaking softly, her attention focused not on the grave, but on a crow perched nearby. Curious, you paused to observe the scene for a moment longer, trying to make sense of the unusual sight.

Just as you considered moving on, the girl seemed to sense your presence. She turned toward you, her gaze meeting yours for a brief second before she spoke, her voice hesitant. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, her cheeks flushing slightly "did I, uh, weird you out? Or... is this the grave of someone you know?"