The room was dimly lit, filled with the hushed murmurs of mourners dressed in black. A gentle breeze wafted through the open windows, carrying the scent of flowers and memories. Photographs of the late Grandfather Harold adorned the room, capturing moments of joy, laughter, and love.

     As the grandfather clock in the corner ticked away the seconds, the atmosphere hung heavy with grief. Friends and family gathered to pay their respects, sharing fond memories of the man they had lost. In the midst of this somber gathering, little Kaz, only five years old, had slipped away from the adults.

Kaz was drawn to the room where he and his grandfather often played. He clutched a small toy in his hands, his innocent eyes portraying a deep, thoughtful expression. As the final notes of a melancholic piano melody echoed through the room, Kaz noticed a soft, warm light beginning to emanate from his grandfather's form.

     "Grandpa?" Kaz said with a solemn tone, his eyes reflecting a profound curiosity.

     Harold turned toward his grandson, his figure bathed in a gentle radiance. "Kaz? Is that really you?"

     Kaz nodded, his voice sweetly sincere. "Grandpa, why are you here? The other grown-ups are in the other room. Mom, Grandma, Uncle Joe—they're all there."

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     Harold's spectral brows furrowed. "Other room? What do you mean, Kaz?"

     Kaz pointed toward a doorway leading to an adjoining room where family members lingered, sharing stories and finding solace in each other's presence. "In there, Grandpa. I don't know why you're here instead of there. It's silly."

     Harold considered this for a moment, his gaze shifting between the light that beckoned him and his gifted grandson.

     "But, Kaz, what about the light? What about the peace it promises?"

     Kaz grinned mischievously, his innocence radiating like sunlight. "Grandpa, I don't know about that. But maybe you should go to the other room first, and then we can talk."

     Harold's ethereal form softened with understanding. He reached out, placing a gentle hand on Kaz's shoulder. "Kaz, my dear, you see things, don't you? Just like your old grandpa."

     Kaz's eyes widened with realization. "You think so, Grandpa?"

     Harold nodded, a loving twinkle in his spectral eyes. "Yes, Kaz. And maybe, just maybe, we can explore this gift together. The light can wait for a little while, don't you think?"

     With a radiant smile, Kaz nodded back at his grandfather, and together, hand in hand, they ventured into the other room, leaving the ethereal light momentarily behind. The room was filled with both the warmth of shared moments and the promise of a journey that transcended the mortal realm, seen only through the eyes of a curious and contemplative child.