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To exist, to have a hold-in this dimension, the energy that is a soul needs to latch on to something that already exists here, namely a body. Bodies are physical entities, they have brains and neurons shooting information all over the place, they have the ability to think and feel. How much of that is the brain? How much of that is the soul? The soul can't exist in this dimension without a body. But, does that mean a body can't exist without a soul? Well, that's what we had to find out, that was the first step...

It wakes you. Not the moan of a withered hag or the fleeting voice of a dead man, but the low trill of wind slipping past your window. Air being pressed into a hushed breath. The shadows meld themselves back into your bedroom. You blink. The blurred, hazy object of your alarm clock focuses back to existence. 2:48 AM, the numbers decree. You don't want to be awake; you don't even want to keep your eyes open. Yet, here you are.

I'm not sure how long humans are supposed to stay sane without human interaction but I've been doing alright so far I think. The silence is much worse anyway. The initial shock of it all was extremely unnerving though. After the panic attack and near mental breakdown I sat down determinedly, pen in hand and started writing down what I knew about this whole situation.