Kari Bell carefully arranged the last pumpkin pie on the feast. The spirits gathered around, their forms shimmering as they watched her work. She offered a small smile, gesturing towards the overflowing table. "Plenty for everyone," she murmured, though no sound escaped her lips. A silent celebration, year after year, with those who lingered just beyond reach. Tonight’s offering seemed particularly bountiful; even the distant figure appeared to observe with quiet interest. The feast was ready.