When somebody dies in front of us, why are we so scared of touching their body? We touch cold and lifeless things all the time but what strikes us so much about seeing and touching a dead body? What is so different that it makes us want to puke, want to run, want to cry?
Is it because we lost one of our own?
That can't be it; the human kind is too sinful to care about each other.
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Ever felt like you never really remembered what you had for dinner the night before? You always had that feeling of not knowing anything. Why? You're a wandering soul, seeking for some kind of closure to who you are or were. The only thing you have is a necklace of a bird and a shooting star.
You constantly walk around to hope for some kind of familiarity. Just as you are about to lose hope, a voice in the shadows spoke out to you:
"Let me make a deal with you. If you are able to find out who gave you that necklace, you can have your body back. But if you don't within 6 months, I get to have your soul. Deal?"
Would you take the deal? Aren't you just slightly curious to find out something about yourself and the people you use to know?
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Written from: May 5th, 2017 - Sept 26th, 2017