It is springtime. I can see a road ahead of me lined with trees that are blooming with flowers, shining when the sun lightly touches upon them. No one is here, except for me. As I walk further down the road, I see someone walking opposite me. He seems to be wearing a series of ever-changing colors and patterns suit with a bright yellow cravat wrapped tightly around his neck. I am guessing he bought it from one of the stores in Limbo. When you stare at him, which I highly don’t advise anyone to do because it is rude, he reminds me of a kaleidoscope. Taking a glimpse at him, my mind starts to wonder.
I haven’t slept properly in over a week. I know I don’t need sleep because I am one of the undead. I am neither a zombie nor a vampire. I am a specter. Most of the living and undead creatures I have met don’t understand why a specter like me would want to sleep.