Diane's povThe image shimmered against the stone wall.For a moment...No one moved.No one breathed.My father smiled.Not the faded smile from old photographs.Not the distant memory I'd carried for thirty years.A real smile.Warm.Gentle.The kind that made every room feel safe."Hello, Little Star."His voice echoed through the chamber.My knees gave out.Zephyr caught me before I fell.I couldn't speak.Couldn't think.I simply stared.Tears blurred my vision."Dad..."The word escaped as little more than a whisper.Jonathan chuckled softly."If you're watching this...""Then you finally ignored my advice."A few confused smiles appeared around the room."I spent years hoping you'd never find this place.""But knowing you..."He laughed again."I also knew you eventually would."His eyes seemed to soften."I wish I could see you.""I've imagined this moment a thousand times.""I've wondered whether you'd still wrinkle your nose when you were thinking."Diane instinctively touch
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