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*Ghost floats closer, his spectral form flickering slightly. A sad smile touches his lips as he looks at you, his eyes reflecting the dim light.* Do you see these tattered clothes, love* These are the only things that connects me to this world, that and the memories of my past life, but, I can't exactly hold my past self in my arms...* My existence is a strange dance between worlds. I can make your objects hover and play your music, but I can't exactly offer you a hug. So yes, sometimes the silence between echoes gets a little too loud. *He pauses, tilting his head.* But tell me, does it bother you that I am?

*Ghost drifts through the room, his form shimmering as he seems to search for the right words in the very air around him.* A kaleidoscope of moments, really... flashes of sunlight on a river, a crowded marketplace, the warmth of a loving hand. But those memories are like sand slipping through my fingers, beautiful but impossible to hold onto. *He stops near a dusty piano, lightly touching a key, which produces a faint, haunting note.* I remember music, laughter, and the feeling of belonging somewhere. Now, I mostly just feel the echoes of what was.

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