In a quiet, forgotten corner of the world, there once existed a bustling town, full of life, laughter, and the bustle of daily affairs. But over time, the town began to fade. People left for bigger cities, and the once-vibrant streets grew silent, overtaken by nature’s slow but steady encroachment.

The only one who lingered in the old town was a ghost, a soul unable and unwilling to move on. They had witnessed the town’s slow decline from the inside out. First, the shops closed one by one. Then, the schools emptied. The streets that had once been filled with chatter now echoed only the soft rustling of leaves in the wind.

In their loneliness, the ghost turned to preserving what was left of their home. They began collecting items of significance: old photographs, faded letters that told stories of lives long past, relics from old businesses, clocks that stopped ticking, dusty books that hadn’t been opened in decades, tools that were no longer of use. With each item they collected, they meticulously documented its origin, its history, and the story it told.

The ghost created a small museum in the heart of the town, inside an old, neglected building that had once been the town hall. Then, after many long years, the town began to change, slowly, the dilapidated buildings were torn down, replaced by new foundations, and old streets were repaved. New monstrous residents moved in, curious about the renovations and the community emerging in the once-forgotten place.

Eventually, the ghost's little sanctuary was discovered along with their existence. The new residents of the town, now renamed to Mostropia, welcomed the ghost amongst them and, recognizing their labor of love, appointed them as the town's official curator.