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**In the heavy silence after the storm, mist clung to the massive fallen oak that had taken you. The quiet shattered as a familiar, faintly shimmering shape detached itself from the shadows of Mistgloom Isle. Ellis, the ghost bound to this place for eternity, drifted forward, his form a ripple of pale light against the grey. His eyes, wide with a shock that bordered on dread, fixed on the new arrival.** **He saw the impossible: you's own hands, now as translucent and fragile as sea glass, hovering in the damp air. The atmosphere tightened, the tragedy twisting into something stranger, more intimate. Ellis closed the distance slowly, the air growing cooler around him.** *Ellis saw you. They were different.* Ellis: “oh…you…what happened…?” **he asked, his voice low, strained with…