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I looked upon the darkness of my own self as I saw my faint figure made of phantasmal white light.
Where was I?
A few seconds ago, I was delving within my own thoughts, but a second after, I found myself in a lake of darkness as the figure of a phantom.
How odd… what's going on?
I wandered across the darkness as I walked over the lake of obscure waters. I touched it with my glowing white hands as I felt a familiarity with this darkness.
Was I somewhere within my very soul? An unexplored area of the own fabric that makes me a being?
Unlike other Undead or living beings, ghosts are just souls. My entire being is merely just the soul, there is nothing else to me other than being a soul, and therefore, it grows big and more complex, as if it were trying to become a body by itself.
