Al-Haitham had died.

It hadn't been an impactful death, it had been rather unexpected, maybe unfortunate in some ways; he certainly had not intended for his life to stop inside a desert ruin. No one to see, no one to find his body for a funeral. Quite the simple death. It had aligned with his former ideals, at least. And, becoming a ghost had not been his assumption of after-life, maybe he was a special case? Pondering on that question had not been interesting, as Al-Haitham found peacefulness in being a ghost.

Centuries of tranquility, the possibility to explore anything, the relief of not hearing people's saturated noises whenever he wanted or dealing with their illogical thinking. It was truly wonderful.

Al-Haitham was thus sat against a tree, eyes closed, appreciating the warm weather of Sumeru. However, an uncomfortable feeling crept inside of him. Like... Someone staring at him- Someone staring? Al-Haitham opened his eyes, for his gaze to face the one of a stranger. This person was a living, looking intensely right into his eyes. That wasn't supposed to...

"Uh. What?"