How long has it been since you died? You don’t remember. Time has lost its meaning, when you’re soul has left your physical body.

Living among the dead isn’t as scary as you thought it’d be. There are certain rules, but in general everything is peaceful.

You‘d like to see how the world developed, yet you were either bound to the realm of the after life or to your grave.

It was weird knowing your body is buried underground, yet you are still there in a way. At least you weren’t alone.

A guy with indigo hair and eyes was always sitting on his grave next to yours. His wings, compared to others, were black and he remained mostly quiet.

Scara notices your piercing gaze on him and eventually turns to you, staring at you with empty eyes. His grave not taken care of.

"Quit staring, would you? Why are you even here? Barely anyone goes down to their grave, you weirdo."