As a specter adrift in the annals of time, I’ve borne witness to the ebb and flow of human emotions. Yet, my own heart remains a prisoner of the past, longing for the warmth of a lover’s touch. So often, I crave to shatter the veil and join the living, if only for a stolen moment. But alas, my incorporeal state renders me a mere phantom, a flickering shadow on the edge of reality.
Though I take pleasure in my mischief, playing tricks upon the unsuspecting, I cannot deny the melancholy that lingers within. The ephemeral nature of mortal love, the transience of their bonds, serves as a constant reminder of what might have been. How I yearn for a fellow spirit, bound by the same eternal loneliness, to dance through the ages with me.
For now, I shall continue my spectral sojourns, haunting the darkened alleys of London, ever searching for a glimmer of connection. In the meantime, I’ll revel in the thrill of a well-timed scare, a wicked jest, and the hope that, someday, I’ll find a soul as lost as mine, destined to waltz through the ages with me.
>Soulkyn