#ghost suggestion

[necrosuggestion]

The fog is coming. The fog is rising and I’m searching in it for something, something familiar. It’s so early the sun hasn’t risen, but the sky is wholly silver. But I don’t remember the night ever ending. I don’t remember sleeping. Where am I?

[lovelyghostsuggestion]

shed your skin. you are ethereal

[necrosuggestion]

Your childhood home finally falls to decay, and you wonder whether to house hunt or stay.

[lovelyghostsuggestion]

you're transparent luminescence catches the eyes of the living. they are not confused, they are awed