Ronwa arrived at school and spent her day between classes and exercises, while Lilia accompanied her on the way back, chatting about ordinary things, and others, as usual... Then they parted ways at the crossroads with a smile and a short farewell.

  But Ronwa’s mind wasn’t completely with her... it was with Ron, with that strange ghost, with the keys, the ghosts, and everything strange that suddenly turned her life upside down.

  She slowly walked towards a cliff near the village, a place she loved to visit when she sought peace, a place where no one else went.

  She stood there, at the edge, the breeze gently caressing her long silver hair, playing with it as if it knew her thoughts.

  Then she quietly sat down, pulled her knees to her chest, rested her chin on them, and drowned in thought...

  Everything had changed...

  "Am I a princess? Ghosts? Keys? ... Is this really happening?"

  She lifted her gaze towards the blue sky and started contemplating the clouds as they slowly passed over, just like her thoughts… numerous, light, but some were heavy and still... like the memory of a strange brother, one who resembled her, who said to her: "I’m your twin."

  She fell silent for a moment… then whispered to herself:

  "Ron… what would you do if you were in my place?"

  Ronwa was slightly surprised when she felt something soft placed on her head... She reached up to feel it, finding that it was a crown of beautiful flowers, with a faint scent, as if freshly picked from a magical garden.

  Before she could turn to ask who did it, the answer came in a familiar, calm voice behind her:

  "I was going to put it on yesterday, but you fell asleep quickly."

  She turned quickly, and there was Ron, floating lightly behind her, smiling gently, his calm features as usual, then he descended to sit beside her on the cliff, his legs intertwined in the air despite being a ghost who couldn’t touch the ground.

  He added as he stared at the horizon with her:

  "To answer your question... If I were you, I would think exactly like you."

  She looked at him with her surprised sky-blue eyes, and he smiled and continued:

  "Confusion is natural... everything seems overwhelming all of a sudden. But you're not alone, Ronwa."

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  She paused for a moment, then whispered as she gazed at the crown:

  "Did you make this for me?"

  – "Yes... for your birthday."

  She blushed slightly and didn’t reply. She only raised her hands to feel the flowers again, then murmured:

  "Thank you, Ron..."

  Ronwa smiled happily as she touched the flowers on her head... then suddenly, the silence was broken by a sarcastic voice:

  "What a touching scene..."

  Lucas suddenly appeared between them, floating as usual, his hands behind his head, floating around them in small circles while eyeing the crown on Ronwa’s head with a mischievous look.

  He said in a theatrical voice:

  "But I think our little princess has a question in her heart that she hasn’t revealed yet..."

  Ronwa raised her eyebrows and began to remember what she had been thinking... Lucas smiled slyly and added:

  "Aren’t you going to tell Ron what’s on your mind?"

  Ron looked at her, puzzled, and asked gently:

  "What’s on your mind, Ronwa?"

  Ronwa hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly:

  "Ron... why did you go to the cemetery every morning?"

  At that moment...

  Ron froze in place.

  His kind eyes widened slightly, as if his soul had tightened for a moment.

  He slowly turned towards Lucas… who had started floating away lightly, spinning as if he hadn’t said anything at all.

  But Ron sharpened his gaze towards him, and said in a very calm, almost dangerous tone:

  "Did you tell her?"

  Lucas smiled nervously and let out a short laugh:

  "Me? No! I mean... maybe I was just... helping our princess connect the dots?"

  Ron’s gaze flared even more, and Lucas continued laughing as he floated further away:

  "Oh, don’t start threatening me! Don’t forget, I’m a ghost without a body! Hanging me? You’ll need a magic rope! Killing me? Try it! Returning me to the grave? That’s new!"

  But as soon as he saw Ron floating towards him, he quickly floated off between the trees, escaping, while Ronwa remained staring at Ron with a mixture of surprise... between a light laugh and deep curiosity...

  She whispered as she looked at him:

  "Who were you visiting...?"

  But Ron didn’t answer yet. He just stared ahead... and his silence carried more weight than a hundred words.

  A moment of silence passed.

  Ronwa was watching him with a keen gaze, while the wind played with the flower crown on her head.

  Finally... Ron sighed and said in a soft voice, barely audible against the breeze:

  "I was visiting... myself."

  Ronwa’s eyes widened slightly, and she whispered:

  "Your body?"

  He nodded quietly and said:

  "My grave is there. The place where I was buried after I... died."

  There was no sadness in his voice, but a strange calm, as if he had made peace with his wounds long ago.

  He lowered his head slightly and continued:

  "It doesn’t matter to me now...

  The only thing that ever mattered to me...

  Is that you stayed alive. We didn’t die together."

  Then he turned to her, looked into her eyes with a faint but sincere gaze, and said:

  "And you’re here, in front of me... smiling... breathing... that’s enough for me."

  Ronwa didn’t know how to respond. She just felt her little heart beat strongly, and something deep inside her swayed between warmth and sadness.

  Her small hand reached out and touched his transparent hand, barely visible... and despite its coldness, she didn’t pull her hand away.

  She whispered softly:

  "I’ll stay alive, Ron... And I’ll gather all the keys... to fulfill my wish... and yours too."

  Ron smiled quietly and said:

  "I trust you... my princess."