You shouldn’t be afraid, of that which you can’t see. We are not alone, we have never been alone. Our existence is hauntingly beautiful, but what happens when it’s all over? The outline of something that used to be here, but unable to touch, unable to live. For we can never disappear, the soul of a being can’t simply be wiped from existence, like it was never there at all. The living and the dead tangle and intertwine, roaming among each other, hiding in plain sight.