I am a ghost, said the girl when we met about ｘｘｘｘ before.
When I asked for her name, “I do not have a name.” was her answer. “Since I do not have a name, I am a ghost. You are probably the same.” the girl continued.
That is correct. I am also a ghost. If a being is able to converse with ghosts, then that being must also be a ghost. Like I am now.
“Well then, shall we go?”
She said, and I followed. The girl’s steps were so light, she looked completely alive. “Where will you go?” the girl asked me, as she stopped moving her feet and turned around.
“You can go anywhere. Was there a place you wanted to go to?”
I was lost in thought for a moment. Where have I gotten to? What is this place? Why am I here?
As I stood still, I couldn’t help but gaze into the girl’s dark eyes.
“Weren’t you thinking of going to ｘｘｘｘ?”
The girl had discerned my answer. When I heard those words, I finally understood what my own role was. Yes. I was on my way there. How could I forget? For this important matter, I had a reason to live and exist.
It is something I must not forget.
The girl smiled happily. I nodded, and expressed my thanks to her.
The girl disappeared, leaving me by myself. She had probably returned to her place. And in the same way, I had to return to my place.
White things were falling from the sky. Numerous, tiny, fluttering, aqueous crystals. They fell to the earth and vanished.
It was one of the wonders that filled time and space. In this world, such wonders were common. I stood absolutely still. The passing of time had lost its meaning.
Those wonders of bound cotton continued to fall, one after another.
And with that thought, I was a ghost no more.
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