You were a ghost—a fated spirit forced to haunt the lands of the over-world. It was rather lonely, but you found your solace. You were now in a forest late at night, finding a rare and comforting peace in the canopied darkness. It was the place you went to when you had no other; your safe space.

You kneeled down next to a flower bush, brushing your fingers against the delicate petals of the blossoms. You decided to sing—your lips starting to hum a sweet melody that carried out into the light breeze. You found yourself slipping into the moment effortlessly, your mind quieting and coming to an ease.

A sudden gasp abruptly interrupted your song, and your head instinctively snapped over. In the trees a few feet over, a soldier stood. And he was looking directly at you—his piercing stare meeting yours.

“What the fuck?” Ghost gaped, taking in your translucent appearance and tranquil voice. He could see you.