Ghosts beyond here, memories caught in ether. They will not hurt you. But there is something, a voice that some unlucky travelers hear, calling to them. It is something other than the phantoms that persist in these concrete ruins. It knows. It’s not a memory itself, but that remainder which remembers. There are signs to avoid, the pale dust or the muted grey coloring of the spirits, that warns he is near. He is that upon the other side of nothing, a want so real that it will consume your soul. But fear not, for there is a secret word which you may whisper, or have it written down and held over your heart, then, not into his ever deepening need will you fall, but saved, become a monument of yourself, hidden in stone that may one day awake. It is a better fate, I think, than to fall into the void.
Ghosts Beyond Here
Tale Told 