Human Breeze

It was the fifth morning after they got the news.
The sun shone in all her pinkish splendor, the crickets sang their happiest tune and the fishes in their pond, because yes, they had their own pond, the fishes were whistling their eternal love to the morning dew.
And Cerizet wife, the loving mother of his two younger children, was dead.
Yes. The news the have gotten from the space center had been bad.
Their family has been broken by the cold deep space. "Mom will stay with the stars", her sister had explained to the kids, "They won't allow her to come back, because they need her even more than us".
Cerized lied in bed, listening to the outside's indifference, trying to gather the will to open the front door and pick the milk that must have been delivered half an hour ago.
He failed. With him defeated and the other adults busy or fast asleep, it was the eldest kid who decided to go get the milk. She has been told a hundred times that they should never let it outside for too long, or it would be taken by the town's pet.
So she went to the main door, barefoot and still half lost in the unawareness of the start of the day, and was relieved to notice, when she opened the door, that mom was already out there. Assuming she would get the milk back, the child went back inside and turn up the radio.
She searched the children's station.
It was a superhero story that she has already heard, but she decided to enjoy it again as she drew something.
She laughed before a silly but memorable joke.
She lost her grip on the blue pencil, which made a weird line on the paper and fell.
Before the pencil hit the floor, the kid's right foot had done the same. She was running to the door, to confirm that there was no one there, because mom had gone to inspect starts and had been forced to stay there.
The pond, the flowers, the sun, the milk, the mailbox... the lack of people: Everything was normal.
Yet she could feel it. Mom was right there, with them, in a way that couldn't be described or explained. The grown ups would have all kinds of theories about it when they noticed, but she didn't care for those things, she just took the milk inside and felt grateful that she hasn't lost mom just because astronauts sometimes can't come back from space.

Scientific Name

E-uh0

Composition

Echo

Core

Love
Gone
Any age

Geographic Distribution

These kind of ghost usually finds the original owner of its shards

This story might or might not be true, but Sigil learnt it from an inhabitant of a world where it is believed to be true. People in many other worlds talk about "ghosts" sometimes to refer to people who died and somehow remained on the living world.
While we call ghost to any kind of manifestation of the shards, there is a particular variety of them who is what people of other worlds believe to be their loved one: The Last Breath, or Human Breeze which feels like a presence of a real person, and sometimes can manifest in their appearance and do or whisper things they would have.
This is an extremely rare manifestation, and one of the few capable to move through worlds on their own.
Strange as it might be, this ghost is formed from the shards of collective loss; that's probably what makes them so similar to the real person who was lost.