Two days are gone.
I have been walking continuously for a long time. The temporary situation feels more and more permanent. I don't know whether to cry or laugh. At this moment in my life, I don't know whether I am a ghost or a living. Am I already dead? Am I a ghost who doesn't know that she is dead?
"I think that's the mountain ghost."
"He has been wandering around the forest for a long time."
"The ghost of the man who is still looking for his lover."
The whispers snap me out of my thoughts. The young boys hide behind the trees. I can easily spot them. If they can see me, I am most likely not dead. Also, ghosts can pass through hard objects and I can't. I can still feel the chill of the forest. My senses are working well. Even better. I can hear them easily despite them hiding far away from me.
When I take a step toward them, they scream in fear and run away.
That's the direction of the village.
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