A weeping willow stands tall, brown with an otherworldly purple shimmer. Several boughs reach to the sky, with more drooping to the dirt with bundles of iridescent, colorful leaves. A swing sways from one of branches, occupied by the transparent shape of a ghost that coalesces into the form of a little girl. She giggles, her long hair and dress fluttering as she swings back and forth.
~ DMLoonieLucie