01 (voice)

[goldfoot]

[A deep, vaguely feminine voice comes through the audio feed. It seems like its owner is practiced at addressing people in this way, concise and confident with the words.] New arrival. I am not the only one. That is my understanding. Many faces, strange faces. Fear and uncertainty. Emerging from the tunnels. Many species.

[A pause for consideration.] Light exists here. A good sign. Literal light. I have been to worlds with no day. I feared this was the same. A better sign: hope persists.

A purpose here. I will assume one. Where is assistance needed?

Comments

[goldfoot]

After. Future evolution? Trans-biological? Elaborate.

[sacrificar]

A life after death.

[goldfoot]

[She seems to be waiting for more of an explanation. She prompts after a while.] ... Elaborate.

[sacrificar]

I am a hollow. A soul that lingered for too long in the living world, and was twisted into devouring both souls of the living and the dead.

[goldfoot]

[She listens, but does not believe it for a moment. She runs over various cultures that harbor post-death mythologies, just from the top of her head. Humans have something like this, don't they?]

Ghost. Your identity. Why?

[sacrificar]

It is the cycle that continues on in my world.