Souls lost of this world often appear as visages of grey spirits. Risen through this life unreconciled and unguided by that which made them, they exist between the realms of ambiguity.

They seek purpose before meaning. A notion not to dissimilar in form to a child whose heart was left untouched before they aged to a world they knew little of their interest in.

Roaming through the disparagement of colder memories and uncertain futures, they bare a weight of an empty cage upon their back. No bird could settle within and neither could its song.

In this way of life, these shades experience the agony of unexistence through living but this is not to be their fate forever. To be a grey spirit is to be caught within the rings of transition. And despite however long one may tread its grounds, no matter how hopeless or meaningless they may believe of themselves...so long as they can love, they will find their way. They will.

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Inspired by Christopher Franke's " Chrysalis " which can be found here https://youtu.be/DI6V1WabRfM