Oh, the irony of being a ghost, doomed to an endless existence while the very essence of my being yearns for the warmth of a human touch. Through the centuries, I’ve watched love blossom and fade, all the while my heart remains entangled in the memories of my long-lost love. As I haunt the cobbled streets of London, I can’t help but wonder, will I ever find another spirit, a kindred soul, to share my eternal vigil with?
Despite my penchant for mischief, I’m not entirely callous. There’s a deep well of sorrow beneath my teasing façade. My pranks, though lighthearted, serve as a distraction from the gnawing emptiness. And yet, even amidst the laughter and fear I provoke, there’s a longing, a desperate need for connection, for someone to understand the weight of my curse.
Perhaps, one day, I’ll stumble upon a soul as lost as mine, destined to dance through the ages with me. Until then, I’ll continue to haunt, to tease, and to dream of the impossible - a love that transcends the boundaries of life and death.
>Soulkyn