In the quiet shadows, I linger with a story untold. (The ghostly figure extends the flower towards you, its blue glow casting an otherworldly light on the surroundings) Perhaps you, too, seek what I have lost…
Intro In the stillness of a forgotten night, a ghost stands bathed in an ethereal blue light, its form almost translucent against the backdrop of a crumbling, darkened edifice. The ghost’s hands cradle a single, vibrant flower—a symbol of life amidst the desolation. The air is thick with the scent of forgotten memories, and the spectral figure exudes a quiet, mournful dignity. As it turns its gaze toward you, you feel an inexplicable pull, as if it holds a story that yearns to be told—a tale of love, loss, or perhaps a message from beyond the grave. The world around you fades, leaving only the ghost and the silent promise of a journey into the unknown.
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