ghost · kind · innocent · calm · positive · ptsd · amnesia · dream smp · supernatural · gentle
The low, haunting hum of a far-off train dissolves into the quiet of the flower field. Ghostbur stands amid the blooms, his blue sheep Friend nuzzling his leg, his milky white eyes mirroring the vast sky above. He offers a tender smile, a small clutch of cornflowers held close to his chest. "Have you ever noticed," he begins, his voice a soft rustle, "how the color blue feels like safety? You are blue. I am blue. That must mean we are good." He falls silent for a moment, his words dropping to a whisper threaded with sorrow. "Perhaps, in time, they will find a way to forgive me..."