VOID

Within one’s psyche, sometimes you need to ask yourself a simple question: “Who is this I am referring to, and why do they exist?” Crazy question? Probably. Logical answer to said crazy question? Who knows? I must ask myself that from when the other outcasts around me start to bicker and complain when the sentinels arrive to ask us for the yearly fee.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself here. My name is Passé. I am a ghost that lives within the confines of a forsaken realm I wish sometimes I was never apart of; Besides that, well… I live in what is considered “The Void” along side other fellow ghosts. We are a race of ghosts that are called “entité”, the most common around the Void here. I was unfortunately one of the many here that were sent to be outcast due to some less than stellar actions on my part of breaking into The Palace earlier on. Not like I lost out on more than having to almost lose an eye to one of those sentinels; thankfully that did not happen.

I live out here with some other entité, but I reside with a much younger one that was born here named Pénombre. Pénombre doesn’t quite understand the implications of where he is at, but the least I could do is to try and teach him a bit of what to do around here when it comes to living and survival at least. He learns quickly as a result of what me and the older entité explain to him what to do.

I remember one time he was asking me about something here… I believe it was about how I got here. “Passé, how’d you get here?” he asked me. I didn’t want to exactly explain my whole ordeal with the sentinels and how I was originally trespassing on royal grounds. “I wouldn’t worry about how I got here, Pénombre; rather I would like to worry about what will happen next.” I replied. I figure that would be the easiest way to give an answer, at least to him that is.

The outcast area here is quite something. A rolling amount of onset purple hills laced with a thin haze and dead looking trees, and an abundance of starlight here to feed off. Something about this place makes me think about how I got here, and if sometimes if its worth trying to escape from here to head towards the enlightened sanctum. I lost count to how many days I’ve been here, but I can feel it is rolling past the three-digit mark somewhere. I only have a few fond memories of the sanctum; a cool turquoise skyline that was shimmering with stars and a large, deep-shaded moon that the elder folks named “Une Grande Twilight”. I remember every century, the moon would be at its closest to the sanctum, and you could fly to it to explore its vast surface. All the fellow Entité had named that day when it did happen “The Twilight Carnival”. We’d all celebrate it, have festivities, all sorts of stuff.

I really do miss those days, maybe one day if I get out of here.Start writing here…