Time seemed to stretch, the minutes turning elastic as they watched Camila and Julian. The initial shock had worn off, replaced by acceptance. Some of the visitors left, unable to process what they were seeing, while others stayed, drawn by the profound connection between father and daughter.

As dawn began to break, casting soft light through the windows, Camila stirred. She opened her eyes, blinking slowly as if waking from a dream. She lifted her head and carefully climbed out of the coffin, assisted by her grandmother. Her face, though weary, held a calm that seemed beyond her years.