The Ghost Trail is dark, with no torches or writing.  The stars shine over head, the glow of the moon seems to beam in lulls. The trail seems to go on east or west as far as the eye can see.
The Ghost Trail, Trail
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I rest in the corner of the prison cell. New prisoners are taken in. In time, they join me in this pile. When I was alive I was brave and fought for my principles. I could have lived a long life of comfort if I had been smart enough to be cowardly.
Greetings spirit. Hello there Why do you show yourself to a trapped soul such as myself?  I am stuck in this decaying skeleton.. Because you are not alive either, what is dead may never die, we shall rule these halls long after the living are gone I see the living dragged into my prison only to wither and become like myself. Spirit, tell me; what is it like to be free of the putrid carcass I am bound to? You see before you a being that has nothing tangible not even their own being and balk at your own physical appearance? I am nothing but howling of the wind, nothing physical here to ground me and keep me tethered. A balloon without a string so to speak I suppose it is better to be grounded and able to move where I choose.  There are many skeletons that are unlike myself; can you not bind yourself to one to give yourself the ability to move freely? I haven't anywhere to go that would make any sense, this is where I belong in all stages of life previous current and next Then we shall remain here, in these halls - eternally.  It seems we are damned! Have you anywhere to go or anyone else to be with? Or are you seeking difference for the sake of difference? Perhaps an infinite amount of time is not a damnation  but instead a blessing I was once a proud warrior, a king by my own hand..  now I am only bones and rotting flesh. Who would dare keep my company near? A king by your own hand you say? Whom was the king prior to yourself? 