A rotting dog grinned at nothing from its final resting place. Flies buzzed around its empty eye sockets and its guts crawled with maggots. It might have been somebody's pet once, but clearly it had been long forgotten; left to die and rotting exposed to the elements. A formless ghost regarded it thoughtfully, then dove into the corpse and stood up a kimeti. From one lost identity, a new one was forged.