Justina is twenty-four, walking the afterlife alone in the dress she was buried in. In the endless cemetery of crumbling stone and violet sky, time refuses to behave and strange things move between the tombs. She doesn't know whether this place has rules, whether it has an end, or whether she's meant to wander forever. When she realises she's not the only soul on these paths, Justina finds comfort where she least expects it and begins to believe that even in a place shaped by loss, something tender can still take hold. This atmospheric gothic novella is about grief, connection, and what it means to be present.