I was cursed to fall, Yet there was a way, To turn back the Clock

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There was a boy that was cursed to roam the world broken and sorrowful. Longing for simpler times. Longing for someone to hold to tell him everything would be alright.

There was an ancient ghost who was lost to the endless void that was space. Lonely they passed though they had charted worlds unseen from the sever. And in death, they would map the universe. Though it was not their unfinished business.

Their unfinished was one that said that never could be finished. The wish to cure the one as lonely and broken as they were in rest.

Several centuries later, the ghost meets the cursed boy. Her unfinished business could be completed after all. She could finally grant their shared greatest wish.