[Ghosts] D1 CBD #1

We are the paragons of a society. Navigating halls of a time once forgotten in pages of dust and tattered edges of paper, she can feel their presence in the room. The ghosts of a time long gone, echoing words among the walls as if the hierarchy of Panem could reach through these walls. [Ghosts] whispers to them with a heavy breath and delicate fingers, guiding them to safety among these tattered words. An end to their whispered words and cold embraces, where she opens her eyes and walks back through the catacomb depths of the district and home to the quiet home of a life that doesn't belong to her skin.

Humankind walks amongst the unholy in their unrighteous beliefs, but she can see their presence. The cries of a mother protecting her lonesome child in a world that buries children in ten foot graves with no reward. They live everywhere that delicate fingers and burning eyes can reach, as an echo of the past and present mixing into a cohesive reality. The candlelight of a flame burning in her hands glitters the empty room of texts of the dead giving way to her resolute evening ritual. Words spilling from her pale lips with closed eyes and a mindful approach to the surrounding world of two worlds collapsing together. She is the gateway to the living and the unreachable, a mesmerizing beauty that holds the chill of the unholy and the holy.

And so, her flame flickers in the dark of the evening with tattered pages flipped back and forth and whispers of a girl who grew into her passion. The blur of grey smoke mixing with the vision of spirits, monsters, and the unspeakable things that the world contains. This is her gift to a collided world of all that's there and all that's lost.