Ghost.

He was a photographer, who loved to explore the hidden beauty of nature. He had traveled to many places, capturing the wonders of the world with his camera. But he had never seen anything like the swamp.

 

She was a ghost, who haunted the swamp. She had died in the swamp, a long time ago, in a tragic way. She had been a young woman, who loved to live and laugh, who had a bright future and a loving family.

 

The day she died, she had gone to the swamp with her lover. They had planned to elope, to escape their problems and start a new life. They had brought their hopes, and their love. They were ready to celebrate their love, and their freedom.

 

But their happiness was short-lived. Their boat sank, and they drowned. They tried to survive, to reach the shore, to save each other. But the swamp was cruel, and merciless. The swamp took them, and their lives.

 

She died, but she didn’t leave. Her spirit remained in the swamp, unable to move on. She was trapped in the swamp, alone and sad. She missed her lover, her family, her life. She cried, and sang, and waited. She waited for someone to find her, to free her, to love her.

 

The photographer saw her, and he fell in love. He had taken many pictures in his life, but none of them satisfied him. He wanted something more, something different, something special.

 

He found her, and he knew she was the one. He saw her, on a small island, among the flowers. She was wearing a white dress, and a wreath of flowers on her head. She was beautiful, like a vision, like a dream.

 

She felt him, and she fell in love. She was on the island, singing to herself. She had sung many songs, of different things, but none of them reached anyone. She looked at him, and smiled. She had seen the best sight of her life, the sight of her love.

 

They couldn’t meet, but they still loved each other. He was alive, and she was dead. He was in the boat, and she was on the island. He was in the world, and she was in the swamp. They were separated by many things, things that seemed impossible to overcome. They couldn’t touch, they couldn’t talk, they couldn’t be together.

 

But they didn’t care. They loved each other, and that was enough.