In the Spirit
The bright lights called to her like nothing else had in over a millenia. There was that time during the Victorian Era where spirit boards were all the rage, and she would pop in for a chat with a lonely housewife from time to time, but as the fad ebbed, so had her general interest with humanity.
She had been dead for so long now that the travails of everyday life no longer appealed to her.
But the lights–now that was something completely different. Humanity was no longer ruled by the son and moon. The sea of life flowed on no matter what time of day it was, and everyone was so preoccupied with the tasks set before them, that they paid little mind to who had chosen to walk beside them.
That’s not to say that some people didn’t see me and react as those had in the past, but most believed me to be a figment of their imagination and continue on their way. I preferred it that way, because I’d rather not be bothered either.
I bathed in the light–adored it even. The noise and vitality breathed new life into me, and suddenly–I wanted to live again. I wanted to explore the lights as a real breathing human would.
Now, I just needed a body. The lights would be mine, and I finally had a purpose after so many years, and I couldn’t wait.
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