A faint, almost imperceptible pale blue light seeped through the gap.
Immediately afterward, Lily's soul drifted out slowly like a light, delicate petal. Her hair fluttered softly in the dim glow, and her translucent form radiated a gentle halo—the brilliance of a mother's love, a deep yearning that transcended life, death, and time.
Her gaze searched the room eagerly. The moment her eyes met Harry's, time seemed to freeze.
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