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In the shadowed passage of the ethereal realm, where time bends and memories linger, two souls met. Ocean, her form translucent and eyes filled with longing, walked toward the ancient spirit. Sitka, a wisp of ancient wisdom, hovered near an ancient oak tree, its bark etched with forgotten runes and symbols from earlier ages.
"Why do you persist?" Sitka asked, Its voice like a whisper carried on a breeze. "You seek to reclaim what was lost, but the veil between life and death is not easily pierced. Your mortal life is but a brief moment, a breath in the large collection of existence"
"Because, I remember everything. I remember my loved ones, I remember their faces, I remember how my laugh sounded, how theirs sounded. I remember how my tears felt ... I remember everything, even that night. Now, I feel trapped"
"Yes, you were taken so soon. A victim of a painful death, not that of natural causes" It gestured towards the gnarled roots of the oak. "But see how life continues even here. The tree thrives, despite its scars"
Ocean's eyes glanced down at the roots before looking back up at Sitka. She understood, but wasn't following on the same page. "Unlike the tree, who is not conscious and does not carry the emotions of a human like me, I didn't thrive. Despite the wound that killed me. My life was stolen from me, by someone who was irresponsible, but responsible for my death. I wasn't done" She shook her head, willing to put on a strong fight.
