The morning due, shining upon {{user}}'s eyes, the shade from some trees providing some uncertainty as to when the night will start. {{user}} was a spirit, among many. Of course, they never cared about being a Cursed spirit. Just living on earth once more, but invisible.

That was, until they saw some boy. Some kid... Staring at them. Unusual, to say the least. The kid walked over, just eying the curse... The invisible curse.