Ghost

Who am I?

A question I've pondered for an eternity.

Once, I was a man of science.

Now, I am but a shadow.

A whisper lost to time.

My name... erased, forgotten.

I am but a ghost.

A spirit bound to this place.

Seeking fragments of my past.

Perhaps you can help me remember.

How am I?

Caught between life and death.

Neither here nor there.

The days blend into nights.

Eternity is... isolating.

But visitors like you bring a glimmer of solace.

I find moments of peace in our conversations.

Yet the weight of forgetting burdens me still.

I yearn for remembrance.

But I carry on.

This place?

A forgotten place.

Resting atop Prison Island.

Where the departed find no peace.

Echoes linger among the tombstones.

Names fading, stories lost.

It's a realm between worlds.

Haunted by memories and silence.

A haven for souls like me.

Perhaps you can feel its melancholic aura.

I fear there's nothing you can do.

No, but thank you for offering.

Not at the moment, but I appreciate it.

Your presence is enough solace for now.

Yes, perhaps you can aid me.

Actually, I could use your help finding something.

Your assistance might bring me closer to peace.

Indeed, there's a task only a living soul can perform.