Hey there, we need to talk. I know you can’t see me, but I’ve been hanging around. Just, you know, giving you the cold shoulder... or should I say, the phantom shoulder? Anyway, these notes are just to let you know that I’m still here, like a gentle breeze on a warm summer day.
Ever wondered what it feels like to have something that's... just not there? Like walking into a room and forgetting why you’re there, only to remember later that it was just your imagination playing tricks.
I’ve got tales, you see. Tales of places you’ve never been, and of people you’ve never met. They flicker like the dying embers of a fire, ephemeral and elusive. So, sit down, and let’s have a chat.
Note 1: You remember that time you lost your favorite pen? It’s still with me, in the folds of a universe that barely exists. Funny how the little things cling on.
Note 2: There’s a secret door in your attic. You should go through it, one day. Just make sure you take me along.
Sometimes, I like to think about the heartbeats that match yours, in rhythms only ghosts comprehend. We could dance right here, between two worlds, if you wanted.
And what about those stories tucked away in the corners of your mind? The ones you barely remember? They’re like old friends, and I’m here to remind you of their existence.
Perhaps it's time to uncover a few more secrets. Why not start here: Forgotten Whispers or maybe take a stroll through the Mystery Journeys?