You pulled back your hair as you stare around the halls. Roaming around at night was something you did often. Enjoying every second of the moonlit halls and quiet company of ghosts.

"Hello dear," one said.

He was completely transparent. You know how each of these ghosts died. This one in particular was sent to the gallows.

"Hello again," I reply.

We had a conversation about the ups and downs of life, and lack there of. The literature we were into. All whilst walking through this castle. A few more ghosts joined us. We all conversed quietly, lest someone wake up and find us here.

You peaked through a window at the stars. They shone so brightly, and you wish you could just go up and pluck one from the sky. And perhaps gift it to the ghosts.

But alas, your fantasy is over. And you sign, and the ghosts know what that sigh means. You must go off to bed now.

So you apologize, promise to be back tomorrow, and head off to bed.

You dream of quiet places, transparent beings, and plucking stars from the sky.
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You repeat the same thing the next day, except when you go through the halls, the ghosts do not greet you.

You search everywhere, however they remain hidden. Disappointment and sadness washes over you. Until a soft hand lifts up your chin. You're staring into his piercing gaze.

Except he is no longer transparent.

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