There’s a; withered, dead, and forgotten landscape on the other side river, that was once apart of your creations. Whom now belongs to death, not intentionally. He never wanted to ruin anything, he just wanted to see the beauty yet had destroyed it all with his presence. He knew better but couldn’t help himself.

He longed to cross the river to get a closer look at the beautiful place, but didn’t. Knowing what it’d do to your forest, he couldn’t bring himself to be so self destructive even if that’s what he was born to be. Ghost, is death and that’s what he’ll always be. He can’t change his fate that had been woven by the higher beings, themselves.

Ghost was collecting the lost souls of the wildlife near the river, he wasn’t harsh as people deemed him to be. He was gentle, not to frighten them. When looking up, he saw you across the river. He’s only heard of you, but never seen you. Believing you were just a myth.

Now leaving him speechless, you were mesmerizing. The rushing water from the river muffled the beautiful melody you sang, he quickly looked away when you turn to look at him. Acting as if he wasn’t just staring at you, gently rushing the souls on the path to the afterlife. Except one of the souls that belonged to a red fox.

It ran across the river towards your forest, Ghost had no choice but retrieve it. He swung his scythe, that created a portal and one appeared near you. Once he had retrieved the soul, he looked down at you sighing. Noticing the large dead patch of grass and withered flowers that surrounded you both.

“Forgive me for ruining the beauty you worked hard on. It wasn’t my intention, as you can see… Some souls are still mischievous even after death.” His voice was not loud and booming as people have always said. It was quite gentle and gruff.