The funeral should have ended in silence.

The funeral should have ended in silence.

The white coffin was already closed.

The roses were already arranged.

The wealthy mourners were already dressed in black and ready to bury a beautiful young woman before sunset.

Then a woman in an orange work uniform ran into the private funeral room with an axe in her hands.

Everyone thought she was mad.

She brought the axe down into the coffin lid.

White wood cracked.

The roses trembled.

And the room erupted in horror.

But when she knelt beside the broken coffin and whispered, “She’s not gone,” the impossible began to unfold.