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(Continuation of Ghosts)

You

          wake

                      up.

Its warm. Burning. Dark. Where are you?

Wherever you are, its sandy. And its so hot. You can barely take a breath without choking.

You try to stand, to wander. You want to find out more about wherever you are.
But you trip over your own legs. They're different than the last time you were alive.

Your insides are burning, but you don't hurt. You feel as if you could exhale flames, and burn this whole room to the ground.

Where are you?

What are you?

As you drag yourself around your clay and sandstone prison, you notice.. flowers.

Daisies were growing down here, despite the lack of sunlight.

They were beautiful.

You never noticed how wonderful nature was before. Why didn't you appreciate it more before you died?

You notice some on the ground. They had been picked. You don't know when, or by who, but they looked fresh.

And in the first time in your existence,
You wanted to create something. To contribute to this world.

Perhaps you didn't feel this way in your previous body due to how bitter you were. You'd never heard of an artistic ghost.

But even so, you wanted to create.

And so you set to work, weaving flower stems ever so gently, with love and care

You were making it for someone. Though, you didnt know who yet.
A friend, a lover, a family,
Someone who would care for you.

You aren't sure how long you'd been working, but you were having fun. Your new, smaller hands made it easier to work with the delicate plants.

You smile. Maybe you weren't reborn after all. Maybe this was heaven.

Until,
CRASH,
A boy came falling through the ceiling above.
A boy

A boy with brown hair, and a familiar bowtie.

You knew this boy. But you couldn't quite place a finger on who exactly he was.
It was so hard to remember.

Who is he? Who are you?

"New friend!" Voices cheered, from the balls in his bag

You needed one of those. You would like a friend

You peek out from behind a rock you were sitting against,

"Oh!" The boy called out, in surprise, "a Darumaka! Nice!"
Funny. You don't remember there being any creatures called that. Maybe you'd been dead longer than you thought.

Nevertheless, you were Darumaka,

"Ive been.. waiting for you." You spoke. Your voice was deep and gravelly, a harsh contrast to the high pitched lisp you remember from your previous incarnation.

"So, what is your name?" The boy asked, and you thought for a moment,
"I don't know. I don't think I have a name."
"Oh, so we get to name you?"

"How about Kenny?" A soft voice spoke, from the boys bag.

"Nah, that name sucks, I'm gonna call you Kringo".

Kringo.

An odd name. But yours nonetheless.
Finally, you had a home. A family.

"Before you send me to.. wherever you send everyone else,
Would you like this crown made of daisies?"