The images shift and turn and twist, blurred colours morphing into defined lines and shape. And there stood before me the boy with the fire.
He turns, but his gaze burns through me as if I were invisible. He stands with his hands tucked into his pockets,
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Nothing Haunted
Ghostly's rambles and/or daily journal entries. Now featuring poorly written universe details, story-lines, and character designs.
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