Hellebore

She left flowers at every grave. But they were all hers.

In the quiet town of Elmsmoor, where secrets drift like fog and grief clings to the walls, a girl in white moves among the mourners.

No one knows her name.
No one remembers when she arrived.
Yet her presence is always the same-soft footsteps, gloved hands, and a single petal placed gently on the newest grave.

Some say she's a ghost.
Others, a blessing.
But the dead are growing in number. And the petals never seem to wilt.

When a stranger arrives, drawn to the sorrow that hangs in the air, he begins to wonder:

Is she the one grieving the dead?
Or is she the reason they're gone?

One thing is certain-
In Elmsmoor, love blooms in silence.
And not all flowers are left in mourning.